SUMIRE
"Like that's believable."
"Although I haven't seen him painting, these days he always smells of acrylic paint. It makes me wonder what kind of pictures he is drawing now. In the past, he would always draw pictures quietly without much waste. "
"He's finally lost it." Shin commented.
Sumire lightly kicks him. "Listen!" She exclaimed.
"Yes, yes."
Sumire continues. "Normally he draws quiet and tidy pictures that fit with his image. Or very pretty ones. But before I came here, in the corner of his studio I found quite a number of paintings that didn't fit that description. Like his emotions have exploded. It was a hair raising experience. But I'm happy, even though I was scared I was happy. That inside him his emotions were so rich and vibrant."
