[He knows where this is going, and indeed her reply cuts off his own.]
If I drew a picture of you?
[He smiles and goes to retrieve his notebooks, pencils, and charcoal from the various pockets and backpack they've ended up in.]
Alright. Please, make yourself comfortable. This may take a little while.
[He waits for her to settle, or as close as someone as energetic as her might be capable of, before he starts bringing pencil to paper. He draws with thin lines that follow the light, darkest where the shadows dwell.]
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If I drew a picture of you?
[He smiles and goes to retrieve his notebooks, pencils, and charcoal from the various pockets and backpack they've ended up in.]
Alright. Please, make yourself comfortable. This may take a little while.
[He waits for her to settle, or as close as someone as energetic as her might be capable of, before he starts bringing pencil to paper. He draws with thin lines that follow the light, darkest where the shadows dwell.]