[ Look, she doesn't expect every passing child she meets to be an expert artist, alright? She'd gone into it expecting fingerpaint smears on her surface, and had ended up... endearing, but also quite striking, according to everyone. Even as a centerpiece, it was nice being the center of attention for a little. Being thought of enough to be decorated like every other attendee. ]
[ Well. That probably narrows it down to their roommates that might have a vested interest in art, besides Yusuke. It doesn't take a Reading to nail that one down. And she chuckles softly. ]
I am sure Red will be delighted to see her money put to good use.
[ HAHA BITCH no, I'm sure they've smoothed things over at least a little on their one-sided coffee date. Anyway, she deserves no such thing, as she has already laid claim to the coffee table, but likewise, she will humor his schemes nonetheless. ]
Please, if you are able to paint with a brush, you ought to at least try to paint with your words. Do not leave me in the suspense of my own curiosity, tell me what it is you have planned. What colors do you intend to incorporate?
[ Things to belong on coffee tables: coffee mugs, Richie's beer when he's hanging out, half-read books, and paintings left flat to dry. Not roommates. Red had been kind enough to donate to the cause, but who wouldn't agree? Does she want to roll into some spilled tea someday? Yusuke is already organizing a few pints of wood stains and paints, excited to put them to use, when his gaze drifts to the side in thought.
Words are such a poor substitute for visuals, but he'll do his best. ]
Emerald, though that goes without saying. Has anyone ever informed you that it's your image color? [ Did she see and choose it herself, once upon a time? ] Much of the drapery is dark, as I think it best not to distract from your crystal———oh. And I was also able to procure some gold leaf.
[ For accents, of course. At the cost of like, his groceries. ]
[ Look, she's quite used to that table lyfe. She can share with tomes and imp toys and obnoxious lutes, she can share with tea stains. But dismissive as she is, she can't help but feel... somewhat attached to the idea, now that he's sharing his plot with her. ]
I have been told, at the very least, that I am quite green. [ Never quite emerald, like the beautiful seas off the coast of the Empire in which they used to bathe. ] Gold sounds like a delightful accompaniment. At least from what I recall. It has been quite some time since I have seen the two hues at all, let alone attempting to complement one another.
[ More than delightful, it sounds regal. Painstakingly acquired to boot. Sacrificed for. The apparition rests its chin in a hand for a moment, listening to the boy's meticulous movements, reading his meticulous thoughts... Though a solid image of the finished product escapes her, the plans bouncing around his head are borderline overwhelming. ]
[ She's quiet a moment longer, before the ghostly image dissolves, leaving the Crystal to glimmer facelessly beside him. ]
I am looking forward to its realization, Yusuke. [ Faceless or otherwise, the voice smiles, before breaking into a ribbing chuckle. ] Shall I not look until it is finished?
[ So she does recall. It's something he's been curious about—whether gold or silver makes a difference when she might never have seen either—but even he has the sliver of tact.
Still, something going unsaid doesn't make it unfelt; there's a moment where his thoughts grow muddled, melancholic and syrupy. (He's happy to inform her that she is, in fact, oh-so-green. But he'd much rather show her, if only...) He scrubs it over quickly as she departs back into her orb, leaving with the usual quip and not-so-usual note of approval. His response is a little huff of laughter, almost haughty. ]
If you'd be so kind.
[ He leans back a bit, centering her in his stupid finger-framed viewfinder, like he might be able to spot her in the orb's halftones if he observes vigorously enough. ]
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[ Well. That probably narrows it down to their roommates that might have a vested interest in art, besides Yusuke. It doesn't take a Reading to nail that one down. And she chuckles softly. ]
I am sure Red will be delighted to see her money put to good use.
[ HAHA BITCH no, I'm sure they've smoothed things over at least a little on their one-sided coffee date. Anyway, she deserves no such thing, as she has already laid claim to the coffee table, but likewise, she will humor his schemes nonetheless. ]
Please, if you are able to paint with a brush, you ought to at least try to paint with your words. Do not leave me in the suspense of my own curiosity, tell me what it is you have planned. What colors do you intend to incorporate?
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Words are such a poor substitute for visuals, but he'll do his best. ]
Emerald, though that goes without saying. Has anyone ever informed you that it's your image color? [ Did she see and choose it herself, once upon a time? ] Much of the drapery is dark, as I think it best not to distract from your crystal———oh. And I was also able to procure some gold leaf.
[ For accents, of course. At the cost of like, his groceries. ]
...Unless you'd prefer silver, of course.
[ He'd find a way... somehow.. ]
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I have been told, at the very least, that I am quite green. [ Never quite emerald, like the beautiful seas off the coast of the Empire in which they used to bathe. ] Gold sounds like a delightful accompaniment. At least from what I recall. It has been quite some time since I have seen the two hues at all, let alone attempting to complement one another.
[ More than delightful, it sounds regal. Painstakingly acquired to boot. Sacrificed for. The apparition rests its chin in a hand for a moment, listening to the boy's meticulous movements, reading his meticulous thoughts... Though a solid image of the finished product escapes her, the plans bouncing around his head are borderline overwhelming. ]
[ She's quiet a moment longer, before the ghostly image dissolves, leaving the Crystal to glimmer facelessly beside him. ]
I am looking forward to its realization, Yusuke. [ Faceless or otherwise, the voice smiles, before breaking into a ribbing chuckle. ] Shall I not look until it is finished?
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Still, something going unsaid doesn't make it unfelt; there's a moment where his thoughts grow muddled, melancholic and syrupy. (He's happy to inform her that she is, in fact, oh-so-green. But he'd much rather show her, if only...) He scrubs it over quickly as she departs back into her orb, leaving with the usual quip and not-so-usual note of approval. His response is a little huff of laughter, almost haughty. ]
If you'd be so kind.
[ He leans back a bit, centering her in his stupid finger-framed viewfinder, like he might be able to spot her in the orb's halftones if he observes vigorously enough. ]
...I await your glowing critique, of course.