"It seems she's upstairs, playing with Little Black," said Fat Orange.
Upstairs?
What's fun to play with upstairs?
Full of curiosity, Marvin climbed up to the second floor with Fat Orange, wanting to see what game Yuniya was actually playing with Little Black.
"Nooo, Little Black, you're not drawing it right! Dried fish should look like this!"
"Meow..."
In the bedroom on the second floor, Yuniya was sprawled on the bed with a pencil in her hand, drawing away on a piece of paper.
Little Black squatted beside her, its fluffy paw holding up a spread-open Shakespeare Anthology, seemingly in consultation with the goddess about something.
Oh...
Hearing their conversation, Marvin suddenly understood—it was a doodling game. The creativity and imagination of children always knew no bounds; one could never predict what sort of unique artwork they would come up with.
