[ This little painting session is more comfortable than she realized it would be. Natural, maybe, even; Haruka is the perfect subject, and Michiru is able to paint out the lines of her face and her body as if she's known them her whole life.
She pauses at Haruka's words, not answering immediately. Instead, she lowers her brush and lightly rubs her hands against the front of her skirt, before ducking around to look curiously at the other girl. ]
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She pauses at Haruka's words, not answering immediately. Instead, she lowers her brush and lightly rubs her hands against the front of her skirt, before ducking around to look curiously at the other girl. ]
What is it?