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[grasswavemaster.livejournal.com]

[Oh look. It's a Tsukasa. How nice! Tsukasa's curled up under a tree, with a little portable desk, some pens, and some pencils, along with a few erasers. The little not!Wavemaster is sketching, though if one were to look over her shoulder or at the sketches that have been discarded, something... doesn't look quite right. The scenery is detailed, sure, but the people, when they appear in the drawings, look... off. Faces are either blank, or just look plain frightening.]

[... She might have a few that aren't so disturbing, but you'll have to ask, specifically.]

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[shadow-shot.livejournal.com]

[...

What, Tsukasa. No, really, what.]

You like drawing, I take it?

[grasswavemaster.livejournal.com]

[Looks up. Nods.]

Yeah. I like it a lot...

[taughtmedicine.livejournal.com]

[...well]

Trying to get a particular look?

[grasswavemaster.livejournal.com]

... Not really. I'm just not so good with faces. It takes me a lot of work when I try.

Human faces, at least. Animals are easier.

[taughtmedicine.livejournal.com]

[she smiles]

I'm only as good as anatomy classes required me to be.

[grasswavemaster.livejournal.com]

Does it matter if you can draw it as long as you can do the right thing with it?

[taughtmedicine.livejournal.com]

Maybe not.

[takes a seat under the tree by Tsukasa]

Any reason you started sketching things? Or just a whim?

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

Boo.

[grasswavemaster.livejournal.com]

... I think I remember drawing things when I was younger. I had to be quiet sometimes so I didn't wake up my father. So I would sketch a lot. Just things I saw, until I got better at it. Lately, I've been drawing both to keep practicing, and to draw important things in case something happens to my memory again.

[grasswavemaster.livejournal.com]

Ikki! [Her face lights up, and she sets her pencil down.]

How have you been?

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

I'm cool. Just doing a bit of training before my next match.

You can draw?

[grasswavemaster.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I can. I like doing it - oh! Just a second!

[Disappears for a moment, and comes back with a plain folder.]

I wanted to thank you... so... I drew this for you.

[Opens the folder, and there's a hand-drawn picture of Ikki flying on his Air Treks, grinning. It's inked and colored, too!]

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

[Ikki blinks.]

Wait, what? You didn't... have to...

[He trails off, big brown eyes taking in the form of himself flying. He's so happy, so free, and yet caught on the paper. It's incredible. He's never received anything like that before, so mind the blush.]

That's...

[taughtmedicine.livejournal.com]

[nods] Good idea. I remember a case where someone who'd had retrograde amnesia wrote in a diary everything that had happened, to help them if they forgot again.

...or was that a television show?

Anyway, it sounded like a good idea when I heard it.

[grasswavemaster.livejournal.com]

... I have no idea.

But it's good practice, anyway. I want to go to university for art.

[grasswavemaster.livejournal.com]

... I wanted to.

[She's quiet, watching him look at the picture, and smiles a bit.]

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

... Thanks, An-chan.

[He leans over and kisses her on the cheek.]

[grasswavemaster.livejournal.com]

[sldkfjs squeaks, flails a bit, and blushes bright, bright red.]

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

[He ruffles her hair a bit.]

Been practicing?

[grasswavemaster.livejournal.com]

[Attempts to regain composure. Clears her throat.]

Yeah. I try to keep a sketchbook with me whenever I go anywhere. Except in class, otherwise I'd get distracted. Let's see...

[Flips through the sketchbook, and stops on a sketch of a bird on a stoplight.]

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

Hey, I like that one.

[He plops down.]

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

Hey.

[grasswavemaster.livejournal.com]

[Hee.]

Thanks. I just... it's something I like, and I'm good at it, so why not do it?

[grasswavemaster.livejournal.com]

[Looks up.]

Oh. Hi.

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

Same reason I'm doing Air Treck.