@spiritmarking sent: A small canvas sits on his bed, nestled in the soft down of his pillow. Closer inspection reveals a portrait of him, painted in warm, inviting colors, reminiscent of the glow of stage lights. His hand is outstretched, beckoning to the viewer, marbles balanced between his fingers. He’s without his balaclava, showing a handsome grin, but the brim of his hat obscures just enough to keep his face in shadow. In the corner are small initials. D.P.
A note tucked beneath says, Happy birthday. See you soon. ( a belated present, for compress ♥️ ) || unprompted (and answered belatedly <3)
Oh how kind, & how talented this fine lady was. Caught out of the corner of his eye as bolo tie loosens & is set down upon the dresser. Those pretty blues of his find themselves intrigued by the gift left behind, one that would have normally raised his guard up... Something about this gave the insinuation that things would be quite alright.
Gloved hands carefully lift the canvas from its comfy seat, held now closely so the thief could see in all its glory. Playful, yet warm smile adorned on his face in quiet lonesome. Skillful, one would consider this painting. Drucilla had certainly did her best in this artwork. Who else could perfectly capture his essence this way ? Though she may keep others at arms length ( & quite the same with the other side of their little partnership ), how close they'd gotten to make him something as thoughtful as this. A display of his own performance yet not so easily showing he & the man in the mask are one & the same. Of course, the man in the painting knows himself too well to be so fooled. A chuckle bubbles from his throat, setting the painting upon his dresser in a way that could be on temporary display.
He'll have to find a good place to hang it. Liven up his little apartment. Heaven forbid he would have to find a new place to live soon... the life of a wanted criminal was never dull. Without a doubt though, as Atsuhiro gives one last glance at the painting before preparing to relax for the evening, he thinks to himself. Out of all his things that he willingly leaves out... seems like this would be the first thing he would try to save. If given a chance to grab his things before being raided.
