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【 ⑉⑈⑇⑈ 】What at first was honest staring became a silent sit-down, the programmer keeping watch as the other sprawled flowers and a plethora of glitter on paper. In the moments before, when he happened to stroll by, Fujisaki mistook the drawings for some amorous affinity for nature. Looking on with time swathing after every variant of sparkles, he understood what it really was that the red-head dabbled his time in. But maybe it was better to probe than blurt his assumptions.
❝ Um . . . do you . . . do this a lot? ❞ he asked. He didn’t mean to strike rude, as Fujisaki writ that his own drawing skills were decent at best, but rather a curiousness that came from being some extended on-looker.











