[ Haru hears the odd question, and sees the look on the woman's face--
Her grandfather, smiling down at her as he paints a picture. It's merely a hobby for him, as he's only just retired from running his eatery and wants to keep his hands nimble, his creative juices flowing. He only ever paints the same rock... but who is she to judge? Wanting to mimic him, Haru works feverishly at a piece of paper with her crayons. Purple only.
He hums a sweet tune and, for a moment, everything is fine...
As the memory ends, her grandfather's hum lingering in her ears in the seconds after, Haru almost forgets Maya's question. ]
Um. [ Her voice struggles to regain its strength. ] I'm fine. In fact, I'm more concerned about you right now.
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[ Haru hears the odd question, and sees the look on the woman's face--
Her grandfather, smiling down at her as he paints a picture. It's merely a hobby for him, as he's only just retired from running his eatery and wants to keep his hands nimble, his creative juices flowing. He only ever paints the same rock... but who is she to judge? Wanting to mimic him, Haru works feverishly at a piece of paper with her crayons. Purple only.
He hums a sweet tune and, for a moment, everything is fine...
As the memory ends, her grandfather's hum lingering in her ears in the seconds after, Haru almost forgets Maya's question. ]
Um. [ Her voice struggles to regain its strength. ] I'm fine. In fact, I'm more concerned about you right now.