The blade had handed the other a picture, it was a picture of him and Yamato, a nice little sketch of them fighting demons, of course she wasn't in the picture. Yes, she was jealous of the relationship between the two since she believed she had been replaced completely, but if it's what made him happy, she had no say in it. All that mattered was that her master was happy. "Here you are, I had nothing else better to do so I hope enjoy it, Nero." Her tone very blunt but yet sweet as well.
Blue eyes flick over the sheet of paper for a moment. Talons lightly curl in her red hair, and he huffs out a complicated noise while leaning his temple against the curve of her crown — so that they can look at this together. Except his thumbnail is pressing at a specific part of the artwork: just to sketch-Nero's left.
That picture ain't gonna be complete until his signature blade is there with him.
Nero presses it back into her hands, and bumps her lightly away with his hip; so that he can get back to whatever the hell he was doing before Queenie wandered in. He's so aloof; it's all whatever. Just gonna... look away. "Looks good so far. I'll pin it up whenever you're finished —..."
