Briefly, her eyes flick around the room, sensing the disturbance, and feeling the weight of self-consciousness start to close in, without being exactly sure why... But she swallows a little nervously, resolving to let it go, or at least think about it later, possibly with help.
Looking over the pencil strokes she's managed so far, however, isn't really satisfying or intriguing anymore, and, impulsively, she flips to the next blank page.
"A-actually, can I try a new one? The flowers from your photograph?"
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Briefly, her eyes flick around the room, sensing the disturbance, and feeling the weight of self-consciousness start to close in, without being exactly sure why... But she swallows a little nervously, resolving to let it go, or at least think about it later, possibly with help.
Looking over the pencil strokes she's managed so far, however, isn't really satisfying or intriguing anymore, and, impulsively, she flips to the next blank page.
"A-actually, can I try a new one? The flowers from your photograph?"