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An Arrival
Who; Yusuke and you!
What; Two open logs and one network
Where; All over the city
When; Early may
Warnings; Yusuke is bad at managing his own health/eating habits but otherwise nothing. I will update if anything major comes up in a thread.
( I can also do personalized starters if you want! just let me know either on Discord: WhimsicalSpook#8219 or Plurk:
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1. The Arrival - Bump into him all over the city! - OTA
“This an interesting shade…” A tall, willowy young man commented absentmindedly as Raimon made his escape from the many questions that had been thrown at him moments before he handed over the welcome-bag.
It was as though he’d wandered through the looking glass… Which, to be fair, wasn’t really that strange of an idea given the way his life had progressed of late. Still, this… Didn’t look right. It was far different from Tokyo even with just a vague glance, and it certainly wasn’t mementos… At first the teen thought perhaps he’d slipped into a palace- it had happened to him once before after all, but it didn’t have the right… energy.
There were people walking around, people of substance and life. Not shadows, not a representation of how a palace's ruler saw them… Just people going about their daily business. If it weren’t for the setting, one could easily believe there was nothing strange going on. There was, though, and it was puzzling…
But also beautiful, in a way. The aesthetic of this land was somewhere between a historic drama and a fantasy, like out of a video game he’d could imagine a friend of his playing. But it was intriguing, so much so that Yusuke wasn’t really paying attention to where he walked.
He was too caught up in picking out details and perhaps how he’d approach capturing it in a piece… Not smart, no, he should be paying more attention… Or freaking out… And maybe he would, at some point, but even then? The truth would always be stranger than fiction, and he had already accepted the idea of strange worlds other than his own that were beyond understanding.
2. Network Introduction - Audio - OTA
Good afternoon, everyone.
[ A smooth, mannerly tone is heard across the network. A new one, certainly, and this is confirmed a moment later. ]
My name is Yusuke Kitagawa, and I’ve only just arrived this morning. Forgive me for asking questions that I expect most are tired of hearing by now, but I am still trying to work some things about this place out. I have managed to learn a few things around the city, so I will try to limit my inquiries to the necessities.
I’ve heard that there are some rather unpleasant creatures and entities that reside in this city, and I should think that having a means of defense and assisting in defending others would be smart. Is there a preferred weapons dealer in the city, preferably one that would carry or willing to secure a sword of my preference?
[ He wants to get his hands on a katana rather quickly, if he can. No, the teen hadn’t yet considered what that might cost. He’ll figure that out later… as per usual. ]
I’ve also been informed that there are others here who have experience with other worlds and realities than their own, and I confess I’m rather curious to hear about such things. [ Not because he has experience with such things himself. Nope. Not at all. Not him. He’s not hoping one of these people will be someone he knows, even if he hasn’t spotted familiar names on the contact list… But still, from what he’d heard it was worth asking. Yusuke moved on rather quickly to… justify his question. ] You see, I hope that hearing such things will assist me in understanding and being prepared for what I may see or encounter here… And as an artist, I can’t help but wonder what inspiration I might draw from such stories and experiences.
With that out of the way, thank you for any answers you may be so kind as to provide me. I look forward to becoming acquainted with my fellow arrivals.
3. Feed the Artist - Few days after his arrival, the market - OTA
Yusuke was settling in as well as could be expected in this strange world. Better, perhaps, than some who were plucked out of their own lives and dropped into this one. He was at least somewhat familiar with alternate worlds and realities. Monsters and quests and magic weren’t unknown to him, given his time with the Phantom Thieves of Hearts.
What was probably going less well than other arrivals was he didn’t do particularly well when left to his own devices for too long. Yusuke was reasonably mature for his age, even more so than some of his teammates… But the teen did have some flaws that were a bit detrimental to his own health. The first thing the young man had done upon arriving was get carried away with new projects, inspired by the sights in this world and the unique aesthetic and beauty that could be found here. So desperate to move past his art slump, and eager to catch the beauty and the emotions that could be evoked by various sights and settings, he had quickly drained his funds on supplies.
This meant a lack of money for necessities like food and other comforts, but it hadn’t really mattered too much to him when he considered it after the fact. The orphanage provided three meals a day, so he could get food easily enough… The problem was, one had to remember they were hungry and to be mindful of the time to get said meals.
Yusuke was not known for being particularly good at remembering these things. Oftentimes his teammates had to pitch in to offer him something or ask him to stay to have some curry and coffee at Leblanc’s free of charge…
There was no one here to be pester him to take care of himself, though, and so he’d fallen rather easily into old habits. Put other things off for the sake of creating what he hoped would be a masterpiece. Art takes dedication and sacrifice, Yusuke. You want to succeed, don’t you? You want to create a masterpiece worthy of praise, so keep working.
The voice in his head insisted, a lingering mindset he hadn’t put behind him, as his stomach growled loudly from where he was sitting on a bench as he sketched out a scene before him. The scene was of the market, bustling with life and energy. He frowned every so often, brows knitting lightly and muttering about someone moving before he could finish capturing their pose. “Stop moving, please!” He uttered more audibly as he felt the piece slowly falling apart in front of him, desperate to at least finish outlining the scene he wanted to paint. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad if he hadn’t been struggling with his own focus.
Some annoyed glances were cast in the teen’s direction for speaking up, and for the odd insistence in his tone. He noticed it after the fact and winced as he heard someone call him weird. The insult stung a bit, and he cast a glare in their direction on instinct. But he was reminded of a moment with the phantom’s leader when someone asked them to not be rude and to be mindful of those around them. Right… He was being rude again… But did no one understand he was trying to capture something beautiful? The energy and simple joys of life, even in the simplest moment of picking up food for meals with your loved one or looking at gifts, supporting passionate craftsman selling their wares.
For Enis
Yusuke blinked, realizing she was trying to explain the concept to him, so he offered a smile from under his mask and shook his head lightly. “Oh, no, I do know the definition of the word quite well, but thank you. I suppose I was only amused by the idea of it.” The particular irony to the idea, he supposed, though it didn’t cross his mind to explain. He was too distracted by the whispers and the woman standing before him who seemed to have answers.
“Clearly more than I was informed of when I arrived earlier…” He murmured thoughtfully, eyes wandering for a moment to the shadows again. “You’re right, of course, teamwork would be ideal when facing an unknown in the dark…” And all of this was terribly unknown compared to the strange places he was already used to. “But I’m not exactly alone, am I?” He said, more to himself than to Enis. He meant Goemon, of course, but she could take him to mean that she was there now as well.
Still, he would be smarter to not wander until he had a weapon of sorts for the occasion that calling upon an ice spell with Goemon would be foolhardy and potentially damaging to a small space. Folding his arms, one resting under his chin as he did his best to ignore the incessant sounds in the night as he opened his mouth to continue asking her about the ‘things that went bump in the night.’
But then the light catching in her eyes distracted him. “Like illuminated jewels… Such a mysterious air. I should like to capture it on canvas.” He commented with distraction, probably without the lead up that one should to suggesting such a thing, but he was blunt and to the point as ever. Thought too much of art and never considered how his words might sound.
For Mitsuru
“No… I expect that answers aren’t about to be spread out on a table for us to pick through like at a buffet, either.” Things were never so easy, and with the way this was all turning out… Even if a buffet would be nice. Both one of information and food, now that he thought about it.
“Most people are complicated in general, I think. Hard to figure out… And never what you think they are based on first impressions.” Or they were, but they were more than their first impressions and should not be lumped into a trait alone. The amount of blunders from making such assumptions was a bit steep on his part, he supposed in hindsight. “Had it been a while since you’d seen him, even before here?” Perhaps that was why it was complicated, now that he thought about it. If it was the case, then all the better that they had the chance to meet here… right? A chance to reconnect, and some comfort in an unfamiliar world and situation where things seemed very uncertain to him after only a few hours here.
What would he ask them if he could talk to them? A great many things, Yusuke supposed, if they weren’t anyone he knew… But if he ended up knowing said person somehow, perhaps the questions would be different. Best to keep those thoughts separate, the teen realized, to avoid… complicating things. Playing oblivious and unknowledgeable. That was more fitting, and he expected most of his team would agree. “I’d want to ask them more about this other reality they’ve been to… To find out if there are any similarities between that one and this?” He placed his hand under his chin, nodding slightly as he continued. “I suppose I’d also want to ask about these creatures tied to human emotions. Sounds rather…” Familiar. “Fanciful, and hard to not ponder over what that means and what they might be like.”
Yusuke hadn’t really considered his question might be a difficult one to answer. Even when she paused and seemed to break off her sentence midway for a few moments, it left him a little puzzled. He opened his mouth to ask what was wrong, when she continued instead and his mouth closed again and he tilted his head thoughtfully. For someone her age, the teen guessed a few years older than him at most, being in charge of the entire Kirijo Group would be an enormous responsibility and weight… The expectations placed upon someone in her position were probably more difficult than he could understand, really… “I see… That is quite the responsibility.” So he offered her a careful nod. “I believe you make a good point, though I hadn’t thought of it. It isn’t as though we’ve brought more with us to this world than our memories, talents and a few meager belongings… Simply people with pasts that hold no bearing here.”
What; Two open logs and one network
Where; All over the city
When; Early may
Warnings; Yusuke is bad at managing his own health/eating habits but otherwise nothing. I will update if anything major comes up in a thread.
( I can also do personalized starters if you want! just let me know either on Discord: WhimsicalSpook#8219 or Plurk:
1. The Arrival - Bump into him all over the city! - OTA
“This an interesting shade…” A tall, willowy young man commented absentmindedly as Raimon made his escape from the many questions that had been thrown at him moments before he handed over the welcome-bag.
It was as though he’d wandered through the looking glass… Which, to be fair, wasn’t really that strange of an idea given the way his life had progressed of late. Still, this… Didn’t look right. It was far different from Tokyo even with just a vague glance, and it certainly wasn’t mementos… At first the teen thought perhaps he’d slipped into a palace- it had happened to him once before after all, but it didn’t have the right… energy.
There were people walking around, people of substance and life. Not shadows, not a representation of how a palace's ruler saw them… Just people going about their daily business. If it weren’t for the setting, one could easily believe there was nothing strange going on. There was, though, and it was puzzling…
But also beautiful, in a way. The aesthetic of this land was somewhere between a historic drama and a fantasy, like out of a video game he’d could imagine a friend of his playing. But it was intriguing, so much so that Yusuke wasn’t really paying attention to where he walked.
He was too caught up in picking out details and perhaps how he’d approach capturing it in a piece… Not smart, no, he should be paying more attention… Or freaking out… And maybe he would, at some point, but even then? The truth would always be stranger than fiction, and he had already accepted the idea of strange worlds other than his own that were beyond understanding.
2. Network Introduction - Audio - OTA
Good afternoon, everyone.
[ A smooth, mannerly tone is heard across the network. A new one, certainly, and this is confirmed a moment later. ]
My name is Yusuke Kitagawa, and I’ve only just arrived this morning. Forgive me for asking questions that I expect most are tired of hearing by now, but I am still trying to work some things about this place out. I have managed to learn a few things around the city, so I will try to limit my inquiries to the necessities.
I’ve heard that there are some rather unpleasant creatures and entities that reside in this city, and I should think that having a means of defense and assisting in defending others would be smart. Is there a preferred weapons dealer in the city, preferably one that would carry or willing to secure a sword of my preference?
[ He wants to get his hands on a katana rather quickly, if he can. No, the teen hadn’t yet considered what that might cost. He’ll figure that out later… as per usual. ]
I’ve also been informed that there are others here who have experience with other worlds and realities than their own, and I confess I’m rather curious to hear about such things. [ Not because he has experience with such things himself. Nope. Not at all. Not him. He’s not hoping one of these people will be someone he knows, even if he hasn’t spotted familiar names on the contact list… But still, from what he’d heard it was worth asking. Yusuke moved on rather quickly to… justify his question. ] You see, I hope that hearing such things will assist me in understanding and being prepared for what I may see or encounter here… And as an artist, I can’t help but wonder what inspiration I might draw from such stories and experiences.
With that out of the way, thank you for any answers you may be so kind as to provide me. I look forward to becoming acquainted with my fellow arrivals.
3. Feed the Artist - Few days after his arrival, the market - OTA
Yusuke was settling in as well as could be expected in this strange world. Better, perhaps, than some who were plucked out of their own lives and dropped into this one. He was at least somewhat familiar with alternate worlds and realities. Monsters and quests and magic weren’t unknown to him, given his time with the Phantom Thieves of Hearts.
What was probably going less well than other arrivals was he didn’t do particularly well when left to his own devices for too long. Yusuke was reasonably mature for his age, even more so than some of his teammates… But the teen did have some flaws that were a bit detrimental to his own health. The first thing the young man had done upon arriving was get carried away with new projects, inspired by the sights in this world and the unique aesthetic and beauty that could be found here. So desperate to move past his art slump, and eager to catch the beauty and the emotions that could be evoked by various sights and settings, he had quickly drained his funds on supplies.
This meant a lack of money for necessities like food and other comforts, but it hadn’t really mattered too much to him when he considered it after the fact. The orphanage provided three meals a day, so he could get food easily enough… The problem was, one had to remember they were hungry and to be mindful of the time to get said meals.
Yusuke was not known for being particularly good at remembering these things. Oftentimes his teammates had to pitch in to offer him something or ask him to stay to have some curry and coffee at Leblanc’s free of charge…
There was no one here to be pester him to take care of himself, though, and so he’d fallen rather easily into old habits. Put other things off for the sake of creating what he hoped would be a masterpiece. Art takes dedication and sacrifice, Yusuke. You want to succeed, don’t you? You want to create a masterpiece worthy of praise, so keep working.
The voice in his head insisted, a lingering mindset he hadn’t put behind him, as his stomach growled loudly from where he was sitting on a bench as he sketched out a scene before him. The scene was of the market, bustling with life and energy. He frowned every so often, brows knitting lightly and muttering about someone moving before he could finish capturing their pose. “Stop moving, please!” He uttered more audibly as he felt the piece slowly falling apart in front of him, desperate to at least finish outlining the scene he wanted to paint. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad if he hadn’t been struggling with his own focus.
Some annoyed glances were cast in the teen’s direction for speaking up, and for the odd insistence in his tone. He noticed it after the fact and winced as he heard someone call him weird. The insult stung a bit, and he cast a glare in their direction on instinct. But he was reminded of a moment with the phantom’s leader when someone asked them to not be rude and to be mindful of those around them. Right… He was being rude again… But did no one understand he was trying to capture something beautiful? The energy and simple joys of life, even in the simplest moment of picking up food for meals with your loved one or looking at gifts, supporting passionate craftsman selling their wares.
For Enis
Yusuke blinked, realizing she was trying to explain the concept to him, so he offered a smile from under his mask and shook his head lightly. “Oh, no, I do know the definition of the word quite well, but thank you. I suppose I was only amused by the idea of it.” The particular irony to the idea, he supposed, though it didn’t cross his mind to explain. He was too distracted by the whispers and the woman standing before him who seemed to have answers.
“Clearly more than I was informed of when I arrived earlier…” He murmured thoughtfully, eyes wandering for a moment to the shadows again. “You’re right, of course, teamwork would be ideal when facing an unknown in the dark…” And all of this was terribly unknown compared to the strange places he was already used to. “But I’m not exactly alone, am I?” He said, more to himself than to Enis. He meant Goemon, of course, but she could take him to mean that she was there now as well.
Still, he would be smarter to not wander until he had a weapon of sorts for the occasion that calling upon an ice spell with Goemon would be foolhardy and potentially damaging to a small space. Folding his arms, one resting under his chin as he did his best to ignore the incessant sounds in the night as he opened his mouth to continue asking her about the ‘things that went bump in the night.’
But then the light catching in her eyes distracted him. “Like illuminated jewels… Such a mysterious air. I should like to capture it on canvas.” He commented with distraction, probably without the lead up that one should to suggesting such a thing, but he was blunt and to the point as ever. Thought too much of art and never considered how his words might sound.
For Mitsuru
“No… I expect that answers aren’t about to be spread out on a table for us to pick through like at a buffet, either.” Things were never so easy, and with the way this was all turning out… Even if a buffet would be nice. Both one of information and food, now that he thought about it.
“Most people are complicated in general, I think. Hard to figure out… And never what you think they are based on first impressions.” Or they were, but they were more than their first impressions and should not be lumped into a trait alone. The amount of blunders from making such assumptions was a bit steep on his part, he supposed in hindsight. “Had it been a while since you’d seen him, even before here?” Perhaps that was why it was complicated, now that he thought about it. If it was the case, then all the better that they had the chance to meet here… right? A chance to reconnect, and some comfort in an unfamiliar world and situation where things seemed very uncertain to him after only a few hours here.
What would he ask them if he could talk to them? A great many things, Yusuke supposed, if they weren’t anyone he knew… But if he ended up knowing said person somehow, perhaps the questions would be different. Best to keep those thoughts separate, the teen realized, to avoid… complicating things. Playing oblivious and unknowledgeable. That was more fitting, and he expected most of his team would agree. “I’d want to ask them more about this other reality they’ve been to… To find out if there are any similarities between that one and this?” He placed his hand under his chin, nodding slightly as he continued. “I suppose I’d also want to ask about these creatures tied to human emotions. Sounds rather…” Familiar. “Fanciful, and hard to not ponder over what that means and what they might be like.”
Yusuke hadn’t really considered his question might be a difficult one to answer. Even when she paused and seemed to break off her sentence midway for a few moments, it left him a little puzzled. He opened his mouth to ask what was wrong, when she continued instead and his mouth closed again and he tilted his head thoughtfully. For someone her age, the teen guessed a few years older than him at most, being in charge of the entire Kirijo Group would be an enormous responsibility and weight… The expectations placed upon someone in her position were probably more difficult than he could understand, really… “I see… That is quite the responsibility.” So he offered her a careful nod. “I believe you make a good point, though I hadn’t thought of it. It isn’t as though we’ve brought more with us to this world than our memories, talents and a few meager belongings… Simply people with pasts that hold no bearing here.”
3. Feed the Artist [Orphanage]
Then he noticed the bundle in her hands, wrapped in bread and… something on parchment paper? What on earth? He reached out to take it when she insistently offered it, puzzling a bit over what this all might be about.
At least until she started scribbling down a note for him. No, scribbling wasn’t the right word for it. Her penmanship was quite pretty, and above that of what he’d seen most children use. Still, the mystery of her ongoing silence at least made sense now. The poor child couldn’t speak… “For me?” Yusuke responded before carefully pulling the linen cloth back a bit to see what was wrapped in it. Bread… So the stuff on parchment must be butter, right? “Oh, I don’t really-” need it right now. Was what he’d been about to say until the smell of fresh bread flooded his senses and reminding him more keenly than before that he was hungry. A rather rude, loud grumble from his stomach cutting off any argument he could have made.
Maybe now was a good time for a break after all. “Thank you, miss… This was very kind of you.” He bowed his head slightly in thanks before holding the door open a little further. “Would you like to join me? We could share this.” Though the teen was pretty sure he could polish off an entire loaf of bread by himself right now.
3. Feed the Artist [Orphanage]
Eating was important but it was easy to forget when your heart and soul were absorbed in a project like painting. She had often accidentally skipped meals when practicing but her mother was always there to take care of her. Luna believed that no one wanted to be alone.
The young princess nodded her head and politely stepped inside of Yusuke's room. She was delighted to see his painting and went over to the canvas with a curious eye. After inspecting it she began to write on the notepad.
'It is lovely. It's bright and loud like the people of this kingdom.'
Luna had already eaten and wasn't going to take any of the bread from him though next time she might make him something fancier than bread. That was, if the orphanage let her use the kitchen.
3. Feed the Artist [Orphanage]
Once it was set aside, he turned to see where his company had gotten to. Surprised to find her looking over the painting he’d been working on, a small scene of the market from a couple days prior that he’d sketched and intended to capture. He almost opened his mouth to ask her to avoid touching it since the work was still in progress and the paint wasn’t dry, but the girl seemed to actually be quite mindful as she looked it over. How curious, compared to other children he’d seen in the past.
Of course, Yusuke’s expression lit in delight as he read over the note she wrote for him, considering the frustration he’d felt the prior day trying to draft the piece? This was a lovely compliment to receive. “Do you really think so? The city is so lively here in ways similar and yet different from what I’m used to. I wanted to capture it on canvas as soon as I saw it… You have a very keen eye, miss.” He responded, quite excited as he moved over to the piece to look at again. “And the colours here are so rich, I think. Those giant birds, the chocobos that pull carts, they’re such a startling pop of colour on the backdrop of the city compared to horses.”
Yusuke would get carried away, though his stomach growled again and perhaps he should return to start eating the loaf of bread. Her words had made him quite happy, though, and distracted him a bit.
3. Feed the Artist [Orphanage]
It would look beautiful in a castle but there was no castle in this city.
The young princess looked down at her pad and began to write before flipping over the page and gently tearing it out. When she was done she turned back to what she'd written and showed it to Yusuke.
'Do you want to see the storm?'
She hadn't thought that he was in the city during the storm but she remembered it clearly and knew that she'd be able to paint it for him. Even if it was only on a small piece of spare paper.
3. Feed the Artist [Orphanage]
A storm…? The teen’s brow rose slightly with curiosity. Storms were nothing new to him, not really… Always seemed to rain when there was something he was going out for. It was like it followed him at times. Not that he was particularly keen to wonder about that. It was probably only a coincidence. Though hearing he’d missed some kind of storm of note (it had to be for the child to ask him about it) was interesting in a way. “A storm? Was there a bad one here?” He asked curiously before setting the bread aside for a moment.
It struck him that perhaps she meant to paint it for him to see… Well, he did have the means for her to do that. He had spent his money the first day on putting together a collection of supplies, and he had a smaller spare canvas she could paint on if she liked. It wasn’t hard to repurpose canvases after all, if he needed to… And the shop undoubtedly had more, so he could just buy a new one.
… When he figured out how to get more money without resorting to things, he’d rather not.
But he’d worry about that later.
For now, the teen smiled and moved from the bed to pull a small canvas out from under a pile and moved back to set his pants down for her. “I should certainly like to see this storm, miss. Please make use of the supplies I have, if you like.” And it would be interesting, after all, to see what kind of talent the child had. She had already proven she had an eye for art… Perhaps she was more skilled than children her age generally were with a brush and paint.
3. Feed the Artist [Orphanage]
Her smile grew when he handed her the supplies and Luna quickly set herself up so that she could rest the canvas comfortably on her knees. She placed two brushes to her left and had a small collection of blue, black, white, purple and yellow's. It was easy for her to remember how to paint. It had been her only hobby after practicing and class back when she lived at the castle with her mother and brother. It was difficult to get supplies at times so she used only small amounts, putting only what she needed on the pallet and mixing with the smallest teardrop of paint.
The colors quickly swirled onto the canvas. Luna first used the thicker brush to outline the buildings in a shadowy black, before that could fully dry she added the blue's with combinations of white, black and a bit of teal to create a stormy like wind cascading across the canvas. It was then that her attention moved up towards the top left corner of the painting. Here Luna began to use a mixed gray, blue and purple to shape the billowing storm clouds. The white was when she switched to the smaller brush, using a careful deft hand to outline a flash of light that made her shading suddenly accurate as if it was all from a brief flickering light casting distinct shadows across the city. When she was happy with her work she began to slowly outline details with black, barely visible over the previous layers of paint but enough to see the outline of a small figure buckled over in the rain and a small four-legged shadow coming to her rescue. The black was also used to create definitions in the shadows that could only been seen when the viewer moved their position and the strokes of paint caught the light at a new angle.
It took over an hour for Luna to finish and throughout that entire time she worked silently. When she was content with what she had drawn she gently placed her masterpiece on Yusuke's bed and gently tugged at his pants to get his attention.
3. Feed the Artist [Orphanage]
By the end of it, the loaf of bread was gone, and he was dusting his hands off with the towel it had been wrapped in. “I have to say, you have a lovely technique.” The teen commented, seeing her underlying talent and artistic potential. It was odd, he had never considered such a thing before, but he found that he liked the idea of having her company while painting, maybe helping her improve as time passed…
Leaning forward, he tilted his head slightly at the small dark figures painted in the middle of the storm. It was clear that they were very small… Perhaps… “Did you get stuck in the storm? You and your dog?” He asked, curiosity evident in his tone. He hadn’t seen a dog around the orphanage, though, so it was hard to say… Perhaps she’d been out following a stray animal when the storm hit.
3. Feed the Artist [Orphanage]
'I was stuck. Pretzel-dog saved me. He is my hero!' Luna looked up at Yusuke with a wide smile. It had been some time since she'd last been able to paint but it was fun. Young women were often taught such skills to make them desirable though Luna didn't realize that everything she'd been taught while living in the castle had an ulterior motive.
It was nice to find someone else that painted though she worried that she had stayed to long.
3. Feed the Artist [Orphanage]
If Luna decided she wanted to paint again, Yusuke certainly wouldn’t mind her joining him. It was nice to have company that understood and had an appreciation for art… Plus, she was very polite and agreeable compared to other children around the building. He would have to see about securing some extra supplies should she wish to work on something else with him.
3. Feed the Artist [Orphanage]
She glanced out the window and frowned. It was well into the afternoon and that meant that it was time for her to go.
Luna took to writing again, holding up the page for Yusuke to see. 'I need to go.' It was nearly play-practice time and she didn't want to be late.
3. Feed the Artist [Orphanage]
But with that, he was picking up his brush and moving back to the canvas he had been working on before. It was time for him to get back to work as well.