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"The way this sounds, I totally disagree." I say, smiling.
Macska: What is it? *smirks* I walk downstairs, and storm into the kitchen. "What… Macska!"
"It's really good." I say in appreciation. (
(*cafeteria)
Macska: *opens a cabinet, causing a pan to fall out* Oops…
Macska: *sets her down at a table, making his way into the kitchen* I start to doze off, then sit up all the way, hearing noise in the kitchen....
Macska: *picks her up, lithely hopping out of bed* Breakfast, my dear?
I take the sketchbook, smiling, and hum along to the music. "When did you make this?"
I lightly stroke his hair, stretching a bit
"T-thanks!" I stutter, smiling.
Macska: *blushes slightly, giving her a hug* I smile down at Leon, lightly humming to myself.
"Well, yeah." I say, timidly handing him the sketchbook.
() -Timeskip- Macska: *smiles* Glad you are
"Done." I say, smirking, and I tuck the pencil in the sketchbook rings
Macska: Perfect… what about you? *lightly kisses her cheek*
Macska: *laughs, slightly sitting up*
I smirk, gently tugging at his waistband. (timeskip?)
I lean against the wall, and start drawing him at an almost impossible speed
Macska: *opens eyes* Hey… Satan: *arches eyebrow* Well, alright
"Just because. I need to draw a portrait of somebody for class, and a different person than usual…" I say, embarrassedly biting my lip.