He held the figurine in his hands delicately. The paint was nearly done drying, but he didn't want to risk smudging anything. It had taken him far too much effort to see this one wasted.
There was a finely-painted smile on the man's face. Though it had taken him a while – and several discarded busts – a fringe of white hair hung over most of its features, carved from the modeling clay with the smallest penknife he had. Running a finger carefully over the bangs, Ryou marveled at his newly-developed skill. It almost felt like real hair.
Lost in his musings, the arms draping themselves around his shoulders gave him a fright. He would have dropped the figurine – ruined it – but it had been quickly plucked from his grasp.
"Mmm," the person behind him purred in approval, "Looks just like me."
The warm, rumbling voice in his ear did not discomfit him so much as the fingers tracing the exposed skin of his arm. A flush rose across his face, pinking the pale features quickly as he fidgeted in his seat, "… Well, practice does make perfect."
A laugh echoed in his ear at the remark as the arms wrapped around him left. "I made some ramen; there's extra in the pot if you're hungry."
Ryou chuckled, abandoning his work to follow his flatmate back to the kitchen.
