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[And what alternative motive do you have for that?] You say as suggestively as you can say with only your hands to convey meaning.
[Do I have to have a motive?]
[Not exactly, but you do have one.]
[You have a point.] He says, but lets it drop.
[My answer is yes.] You tell him. Your heart is racing, somehow terrified he'll reject you, even though logically he asked you out so there's no chance of that actually happening. Like somehow a bunch of cameras will show up and Hiki will take off his hair and actually be a celebrity and say "You just got punked!" and then you'll be crushed.
But that doesn't happen. Instead he gets a soft smile on his face, not his usual fox-like one but a real, romantic smile. [I look forward to it.] He says, and withdraws the contact. It takes you a few minutes to realize the sweat on your hands isn't just your own. You guess he must have been even more nervous than you.
You watch him sketching, something you hadn't thought it possible for him to do, but he can. Feeling the edges of the paper, and then drawing within the borders. Just abstract images and shapes, and they clash, but he presses hard with the pencil, and follows the grooves in the paper with a practiced hand. You wonder why he draws like this. He can't ever see the finished work. What sort of thing would it take to convince the blind boy to pick up a pencil and start drawing with it? He makes it look so good, you wonder if he was always blind. But he's so skilled without his eyes he couldn't have been born sighted.
Hiki is an enigma, a puzzle. Most people are, but you never really cared before. You never wanted to know so much about someone else.
For lack of anything esle to do, you pick up your own pencil and start drawing. Drawing Hiki.
Act 2: Drawing by Hand
The rest of art class seems to fly by and inch along at the same time. Almost like you're caught in a vortex, thinking quickly about nothing. Nomiya stretches and informs the class that tomorrow will bring another discussion circle. But you pay it no heed. Shakily, you stuff your things into your bag. Hiki seems to have so much more control than you do. He's still drawing, filling the page with deep black lines of graphite. The pencil is only retracing old ones, running in a groove like a monorail.
Finally he's finished, and with careful deliberation he finds his pack and places the drawing inside it. Finally, he stands up and reaches out a hand. "Are you ready to go, Daisy?"
{I've been ready. Let's go. []}
{I don't know. Let me go back to my room first. []}
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I would do my own little bits of art but I'm rather terrible at it, especially on the computer. So, Act 2 is nothing more than big white letters, or black letters if your a hipster who doesn't use darkling.
So if I feel like it I might come back through and do art for Act 2, and Act 1, which I edited into a earlier post. I will be changing the name of the thread slightly act to act, as well. Also, I've been going through the Rin arc to familiarize myself not only with her character (who is my awesome new waifu, sorry Osaka) but with the events in the art class. I feel like I should parallel canon at least somewhat. Hisao is at school, having arrived a bit earlier in this timeline, but it's not quite time for the festival. You'll start to feel it in a few updates, though. The journey will end in winter, but for now, enjoy the spring!
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Topic: DAISY [Act 4: Voiceless] (Read 67875 times)