SHE’S ABOUT TO lose it! the eyes won’t come out right and she’s redrawn them six or seven times now. her eraser’s in tatters from all the scrubbing she’s done, and her paper’s not in any better shape. it’s just that garu’s eyes are so . . . deep, and lovely, and so expressive that it’s simply impossible to do them justice, no matter how deeply engraved into her soul they are. an indignant huff leaves her throat just as the paper is torn to shreds for the heinous offence of not being perfect. maybe garu just isn’t meant to be captured on paper. or maybe it’d be better with a live model.
ALTHOUGH SHE HAS no idea where garu is right now, she’s half tempted to hunt him down and make him sit for a portrait. not like it’s been hard to find him in the past. the world bends to her will. it spoils her rotten. she would find him --- if she hadn’t promised to stop showing up at his house unannounced about a day ago. what awful timing. she still has the itch to draw. her artwork isn’t the best, but it will never get better if she doesn’t practice!
NEXT BEST THING it is then! pucca grabs the person closest to her --- a pretty blonde girl with big blue eyes, who is actually not close to her at all, but in the middle of taking a break from some park-related activity --- and forcibly sits her down on the bench. pucca waves her pencil in front of the girl’s face, and there’s a bright smile on her face. “i’m going to draw you,” she says, but the words are so low they may have been taken with the wind.
