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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[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.