[and then. . .! there's Yusuke's room, and Akira immediately finds his gaze drifting towards the canvases. his smile widens upon seeing them, eyes soft as he steps towards the decorated walls to admire his friend's handiwork. gods, Yusuke is so talented. he may be furious at how Yusuke has been treated since arriving at this resort, but. . . at least he can still paint]
Mmm. Thanks.
[a tiny head tilt. he recognizes those cityscapes]
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Mmm. Thanks.
[a tiny head tilt. he recognizes those cityscapes]
. . . do you miss home?