[this time, Utena is less hesitant — she clambers onto the offered seat a little awkwardly, but manages to find her bearings quickly.
a pause. she stares at the crayons, the bright color pencils and doodles, and for a moment the indifference in her expression gives way and is replaced by the slightest bit of childish fascination.]
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a pause. she stares at the crayons, the bright color pencils and doodles, and for a moment the indifference in her expression gives way and is replaced by the slightest bit of childish fascination.]
Can you draw roses?