"Would you like a drawing of yourself?" Seto asks as he finds his seating on the grass. It's a little rough and messy without a mat, but as comfortable as he needs to be as he nuzzles into his spot. He pulls out what looks like a notepad—one that's ragged and looks as though he has had it for a while.
"Sit here, and try your best not to move," he says, a soft smile curling onto his lips.
Mizuki sits eagerly into a position that will make it easy for her to stay still and glances towards him once more to observe his movements. She has never had this done before—nor has she ever drawn herself.
"Who taught you how to draw?" she asks in return, accidentally turning her head.
Seto spins his finger around as a gesture for her to turn back, which she does as soon as she realises her mistake. She laughs, amused by how quickly she has managed to defy the few rules she needed to follow in having a self-portrait done of her.
