Wanting it might not entitle me to it but there is nothing that can stop me from doing it. [ The titter of laughter he lets out is punctuated by a haughty wiggle of his shoulders. ]
Your book would be incredible, Miss Hiiragi. There are so many things you aren't telling me. But look at everything I have gathered from just speaking to you like this. I know about your hobbies, your friends, your childish romantic exploits, your card game. [ One more loving stroke of a brush paints an impish little smile upon her lips. ] Your death.
All of these things fuel my artwork. They are real. They make you feel things. They enhance the beauty of a subject such as yourself.
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Wanting it might not entitle me to it but there is nothing that can stop me from doing it. [ The titter of laughter he lets out is punctuated by a haughty wiggle of his shoulders. ]
Your book would be incredible, Miss Hiiragi. There are so many things you aren't telling me. But look at everything I have gathered from just speaking to you like this. I know about your hobbies, your friends, your childish romantic exploits, your card game. [ One more loving stroke of a brush paints an impish little smile upon her lips. ] Your death.
All of these things fuel my artwork. They are real. They make you feel things. They enhance the beauty of a subject such as yourself.
You made it this way.