Katsu was painting again. His last painting, the fox one, had so delighted Kijou that she had hung it up on her wall and refused to part with it. She hadn't asked him specifically, but she had made a few subtle hints that she would like a similar one, and he was humoring her.
Where was the harm, anyways? It was only when he tried to paint a specific scene that his talent failed him, and "something with foxes" was hardly specific. He'd done much more for the few commissions Yokuzoma-sensei had turned over to him, and they had still turned out alright.
Kijou wanted to watch him paint. It was something very important to him, she reasoned, and she wanted to know more about the things that were important to him. So she would know if she had to be jealous of his paintings, as she sometimes teased him. Katsu laughed and smiled at her, and told her that she need not fear anything, for while it was easy to love a painting, it was a bit less than reasonable to expect the painting to return that favor.
She had laughed, and left the topic at that, but Katsu still sensed she was a little miffed that he wouldn't let her watch. But, well … what could he do? She would get over it.
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Oh, I forgot. I have a site now. It is a very nice site, and it has stories that are not on ff.net, and are not likely to be on ff.net anytime soon. One extra RK fic, a Baldur's Gate fic, and then my PotC ones. Original fics and poetry to come soon, as well as a possible LotR fic, once I get all that typed up. The link is in my profile/bio page.