[ he pauses again, thinking for a moment. what to say, what to say? pfft-- like it was that hard to talk about himself. ] I'm an artist. [ he sounds very, very proud of this fact. but dressed as he is now, he could be mistaken for a well known mangaka ] You won't find any painting better than my own.
[and he tilts his head, suddenly looking at her curiously. after a moment or two, he leans back in his chair. ] Oi, oi-- has anyone drawn your portrait?
[ because it would be a shame if nobody has. to him, any sort of beauty--people, mountains, birds-- should be immortalized with the paintbrush. ]
no subject
[and he tilts his head, suddenly looking at her curiously. after a moment or two, he leans back in his chair. ] Oi, oi-- has anyone drawn your portrait?
[ because it would be a shame if nobody has. to him, any sort of beauty--people, mountains, birds-- should be immortalized with the paintbrush. ]