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[ Monday afternoon. they've had enough time to recover from their latest training session -- Haruka's back is just a little sore -- and she supposes she did promise, or at least, allude to being willing to consider it.

so here she is in Michiru's apartment again, still unchanged from her school uniform, bag slung over her shoulder, about to have her portrait painted. she didn't really feel any particular need to do herself up for the occasion, and maybe she should have, but hey-- if Michiru expected that much of her, she should've gone ahead and said it.

Haruka glances around. not uncertain, of course, just unfamiliar with the workings of this whole thing. ]

So, how are we going to do this?

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Not at all. They just seemed like odd questions to ask.

[ There's a content hum in her voice, though, all of her attentions on the painting. ]

Your favorite car?

If you don't like them, you're welcome to tell me whatever you think would be better. [ she raises her eyebrows in a mock-challenge. ]

The Ferrari 512M. [ though she'd be surprised if that meant much to Michiru at all. ]

[ She hasn't the faintest clue. Then again, she wouldn't expect Haruka to know the difference between types of paintbrushes, either. ]

It sounds nice. And it's not that I dislike them! They're just very.. curious to me.

Yeah? I'd say they're pretty basic questions, don't you think? [ when Haruka thinks about it, she supposes they might not be things people usually ask, but rather come to know over time. Michiru hardly strikes her as the type prone to volunteering information about herself of her own accord, though, so asking her outright seemed most likely to produce actual results. ]

[ She's right: Michiru isn't used to volunteering information about herself, but she's not used to being asked questions like these point blank, either. Usually, it's just out of politeness than a real desire to know, and it's left her at the tiniest bit of a loss. ]

I guess so. Is there anything else you want to know?

Hm, let's see... [ she looks thoughtful for a moment ] When did you start playing the violin?

[ Oh, that thoughtful look is a good one. She tries to capture it, to make a mental snapshot to put onto paper. ]

When I was very, very young. I've loved it as long as I can remember.

A child prodigy, huh? As expected.

I never said that! Don't sound so sure.

Oh? [ a grin ] Was I wrong in assuming?

You make it sound as if I didn't work hard to become as good as I am!

[ It's playful indignation. ]

[ teasing right back ] Heh, I see. So even a girl like you wants to be praised as a hard worker.

I put the hard work in, didn't I? Who wouldn't want recognition.

[ It's rhetorical, not really phrased as a question, and Michiru leans to peer at Haruka. ]

Tip your chin up just a little, please? Like this.

Guess so. [ somehow, Haruka had taken her as someone who was beyond needing recognition from others. perhaps it's because, despite the work she puts in, everything seems to come to her with such little effort -- like it's ingrained into her very being, almost.

she does as she was told. ]

[ She does what she does because she loves it. She loves to paint, loves to swim, loves the violin with all her heart, and still would even if she were never recognized for any of it. But this was supposed to be playful banter, right? She's allowed to be silly.

And, privately? The recognition of her efforts is nice. ]

You have a very graceful face.

[ she can't help but laugh at that, though she makes sure to quickly smooth out her features and return the tilt of her head to the correct angle. ] There's one I don't hear often. It's usually 'handsome', or 'cool'.

'Handsome,' really? That's a surprise.

[ Trolololol.. ]

[ with obviously fake surprise: ] Really, you don't think it suits me?

No, not at all! You're certainly too delicate for a description like that.

[ Haruka may not be able to see her smile, but it's audible in her voice. ]

[ and she can tell easily enough. ] Delicate? Come on, if you say stuff like that, you're going to get my feelings hurt.

Oh, no! I'll be more careful about what I say around you, then.

[ She's chuckling softly again, going back to her painting, falling again into silence. ]

I'm delicate, after all.

[ Haruka does the same, a faint smile still playing on her lips. the antsiness from before has subsided so long ago that she can't even remember why she felt it in the first place.

for the time being, at least, she seems satisfied to stay quiet. ]

[ Michiru is similarly quiet for a while, basking in the comfort of this, of her painting-- but finally she puts the brush down, stepping back and stretching. ]

Can we take a break? Are you hungry?

[ Haruka gets to her feet, taking a few steps forward, towards the center of the room. ] If you want to eat, I'll join you.

[ another step forward, and she tilts her head in the direction of the easel. ] Can I see what you've got so far?

[ Michiru lifts her eyebrows, holding one hand out, palm toward Haruka. ]

Not just yet. You can see when it's finished, alright?