-watches her reputation go down the drain-
Other than that, enjoy. :)
Something Different
Snow, thought Daisuke to himself. Snow and pine trees.
What? queried Dark, prodding his thoughts as usual.
"Snow and pine trees," Daisuke said aloud to no one in particular, ignoring Dark. "That's what I'll paint."
Painting again?
"Hmm, I'll need the blue," said Daisuke as he rummaged around in his paint box, coming up with several tubes of blue shades, along with some paint brushes and masking fluid.
Daisuke?
Daisuke hummed nonchalantly to himself as he dipped his paint brush in the cool blue mixture, before delicately lifting it up and sweeping it across the canvas.
Are you listening to me?!
Daisuke paid no attention. He was 'in his element', as Dark so enjoyed saying. His bright round eyes watched the fluid motion of the brush as if someone else were controlling to the pale colors. He followed every movement as if it was not his hand delicately painting the sky, as if this was completely new to him.
Because, in fact, it was. Or something of that effect.
Daisuke had a sort of theory or belief of his that every brush stroke was different, and everything he painted should he should be extremely careful with, because there was no way to know where the brush would go next. He tried to let the brush go free on its own, letting it blend into the canvas and bring out the hidden beauty in the otherwise plain canvas and dull bottles of paint.
He wanted to show the world that if you could get past the dull beginnings, you would find something wondrous and beautiful.
You have very weird trains of thought, commented Dark.
You just don't understand art, Daisuke replied with mock contempt.
So? Art's boring unless you're stealing it.
Do you have any respect for art whatsoever?
Not really, no.
You're hopeless.
Thank you, I try to be.