[There goes the notebook tumbling to the floor. What's he supposed to do, make sure his hands keep doing what they're supposed to be doing? When he is getting a smooch? The hands don't even know how to do it.]
[If this is the reward for art, he thinks, kissing her back a second or two late, then he loves art now.]
[They can retrieve the sketchbook later this is important!!!
It is only a few seconds that she absolutely kisses him way too deeply for this goofy art to warrant. But she's practically glowing when she pulls back a little, breathless and giddy with a wide grin, her hands still on his cheeks.] It's perfect! I love it!
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[Entirely having forgotten the fact that he's bad at art, buoyed by his own excitement, he flips his (Ferran's) pad over to reveal . . .]
[A masterwork.]
Whaddya think?
1/4 here we go again
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3/4
4/4
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[There goes the notebook tumbling to the floor. What's he supposed to do, make sure his hands keep doing what they're supposed to be doing? When he is getting a smooch? The hands don't even know how to do it.]
[If this is the reward for art, he thinks, kissing her back a second or two late, then he loves art now.]
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It is only a few seconds that she absolutely kisses him way too deeply for this goofy art to warrant. But she's practically glowing when she pulls back a little, breathless and giddy with a wide grin, her hands still on his cheeks.] It's perfect! I love it!