ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤunprompted | accepting | @soulcarved said ...
“ pencil. “ eito says, holding the small object up for the other to see. with his free hand he points down to the piece of paper in front of the two of them. “ paper. “
a pause, before putting pencil to paper, drawing a small, almost chibi style drawing of mr crawling himself. “ you can draw pictures with it. do you want to try? “
Gently, does he sway, fingers tapping, tapping, tapping at the edge of table. With rapt attention, does he watch Eito present new objects giving them names ; though, the names already have names. They are OBJECTS. However, to learn human language, again, was something of a fun pass-time, and he could not bring himself to move with disinterest. Not when the other was so kind.
He nods along, watching as ( pen(t)-səl ) was put to ( pā-pər ), a small creation made of the graphite lodged within the wood. He lets out a short giggle, greyed fingers reaching for pencil ; though, he hesitates. He could not draw, he did not think, something to the extent shown to him. He does, at least, try. The result, however, is something more akin to discombobulated curves and lines, that make up the essence of nothing. Frown, is slight, before he sets pencil down.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ nät gu̇d ... ❞