Yukimura's abrupt change to the seating arrangement draws a few looks from around the class. Youji notices Konishi frowning, but correlation isn't cause, and the teacher merely notes it for further consideration, before going back to convincing a pair of boys that, yes, art has its place among the timeless girl-impressing arts like sports and acoustic guitar in the middle of a public space where no one is paying attention.

But Flayn spares Yukimura a brief, welcoming smile, before doing as he asks. There isn't much in the room she hasn't seen before, but she tries to see it with fresh, attentive eyes.

"Kudou-sensei is moving too much," she mused in a soft voice, unconsciously still inclined to people over objects, but-- "Oh, that would make anyone else a poor subject too, would it not?"

She finally settles on the bookshelf, nudging her chair just a bit closer to Yukimura's so that her view of it is slightly more direct and frontal.

"It is mostly straight lines," she said brightly. "I am not quite ready for something more challenging..."

Quickly, she puts in a straight line for the top shelf, before pausing, wondering if she ought to try to get the base shape down first, or if she should start adding the books and then go straight down the paper.