voice testing like the wind!

[stubbornlittlebrat]

I don't care who the hell you are, bitch! Get me out of here! You're not even gonna use me for anything important! So why the fuck am I stuck here!?

[Because I said so, now DEAL WITH IT, YOU LITTLE SHIT.] OI! WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU CALLING A SHIT, YOU BITCH!?

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[stubbornlittlebrat]

[Just gives a very displeased look at the head pat, and glares at her.]

'S a weird hat. [But he pauses. Making a mess.... NO HE WILL NOT BELIEVE HER LIIIIIIES. He will now. Tsun at you.]

Fine. I don't care.

[inkdrops]

[Her hand stops ruffling at the comment, and Miyabi goes very still. She doesn't look upset, but that jab definitely wasn't one she liked. Her smile stays where it is as her eyes close, but it's a bit more strained than it was before.]

My mama gave it to me...I think. When I was very small. Smaller than you are right now. [Miyabi smooths back Ace's hair once before removing her hand and walking a short distance away.]

All right then. If you don't mind... [Aaand from a bag that I also conveniently placed, she begins pulling out little pots of ink and paints, lining them up neatly. Yep, she's going to paint right here, right now; with her fingers. Getting her sight corrected to see color...well, she's going to paint all the fucking things now.

...And may be counting on Ace's curiosity to get the better of him.]

[stubbornlittlebrat]

[His eyes widened a bit, and he instantly regretted what he said. Her mom... and it sounded like she doesn't remember either. Shit, he really knew how to be an idiot.]

......sorry. It's not weird. [He stays nearby though, peering over her shoulder to see what she'll paint. Hey, he's interested. So shoot him.]

[inkdrops]

[Aha, there it is. Miyabi knew there was good kid deep down inside that shell of roughness - there always is. With a smile much more honest than before, she brushes her thumb against Ace's nose, effectively smudging paint onto it.] It's fine.

[The painting she was making really did look like quite the mess of color and splotches, but that's only because she just started. every time she dips her fingers into a new color, she first wipes them clean, either on the ground or on her dress - such things don't matter to Miyabi much. She'll wash her clothes, or get new ones. After she sees Ace hovering there, she giggles and pushes a pot of paint towards him, inviting him to paint with her.]

[stubbornlittlebrat]

[He wrinkles his nose, and tries to wipe the paint of, but just leaves it. He blushes a little bit when she passes the pot toward him, and just stands there for a minute. Eventually, he grabs a paint brush, and starts painting a flower like the one his mother used to wear.]

[inkdrops]

[Miyabi laughs as Ace just manages to smudge the paint even more, but she just turns back to her own messy drawing, dipping her fingers into the paint and effectively smudging them together to make new colors. She doesn't dry her fingers on her dress after a while, as she's using black mainly. If Ace is keeping a watch on her, it looks like she's drawing a tree of sorts on top of the mess of mixed colors. She uses her fingernails to make thinner lines, but eventually she has to stop using her fingers. Details call for a brush.

She rubs the paint off her fingers and onto her dress then picks up a brush. But...not before glancing at the picture Ace made. She smiles and hoods her eyes then dips her brush into the black paint.]

...That's a beautiful flower.

[Is all Miyabi says before removing her brush from the paint and extending her arm outward. She taps the brush with one finger. Once the paint splatters onto the ground, perhaps a little close to Ace's drawing, the paint glows a soft, green color and from that ink blossoms a flower much like the one he drew - a hibiscus. The colors are even the same as the ones he painted.]

[stubbornlittlebrat]

[The faintest of smiles is seen before he glances over at her work. It's kinda messy now, but he really likes the colors. He's about to tell her to watch where she's painting before seeing the beautiful flower take shape. He stares in amazement before reaching out to touch it.]

...Whenever I saw pictures of my mom, she was wearing a flower like that.

[inkdrops]

[The flower is as real as the one who made it, and Miyabi reaches over to pick it up and give to Ace. She's tempted to pull Ace over as well and hug him - he's too darn cute - but refrained. Best not to embarrass the poor kid, even if he probably needed the hug.]

Then take very good care of it. I don't know what my mama or papa look like... They went away when I was very small. I still dream about them sometimes, and I hear their voices, a little, in those dreams.