Smiling, Hanekoma shut the communicator down and stuck it in his pocket. It was natural for Neku to feel drawn to his artwork, given the strength of the boy's Soul and the messages Hanekoma embedded in his art... but, even so, it was way too easy to distract him with it.
The paints Lelouch had found were stacked in a box under his table. He tugged it out, balancing it in the crook of an arm as he grabbed his sketchbook with his free hand. Not much paint, for a mural. He'd have to be creative about where the limited color could fit in... the picture was already forming in his head, intertwining lines and blossoming images pulling him away from the track he'd been wearing in his mental carpet. Josh'd be fine. He was already visibly better. And it was way past time Hanekoma took a break from fretting.
He hummed tunelessly as he headed out, grin spreading over his face.
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Date: 2009-09-05 04:29 am (UTC)The paints Lelouch had found were stacked in a box under his table. He tugged it out, balancing it in the crook of an arm as he grabbed his sketchbook with his free hand. Not much paint, for a mural. He'd have to be creative about where the limited color could fit in... the picture was already forming in his head, intertwining lines and blossoming images pulling him away from the track he'd been wearing in his mental carpet. Josh'd be fine. He was already visibly better. And it was way past time Hanekoma took a break from fretting.
He hummed tunelessly as he headed out, grin spreading over his face.