Adema - skin
Natsuo blinked, hiding his eyes from the portrait. He frowned soon. The drawing didn't made any sense to him. He thought, that Soubi's art had became chaotic in those last days... Much like his life at the moment.
"Hey, Youji!" The red-haired teenager called out tiredly. This state of being alone was getting to the boy's nerves... They had been left completely alone in Soubi's apartment for a few days now. He saw Youji throwing paper planes around. They were made out of some sort of documents. Well, if Soubi won't come back, then they were worthless...
"What do you think of this painting?"
"I don't know..." Came an annoyed answer... Natsuo's ears dropped, as he heard the other's pessimism. This being at home, without a chance to go out was driving them both angry... Hopefully Soubi will return, hopefully it will be okay...