Is this going to hurt? I refuse to help if I'm going to get hurt!
"Pain is practice."
Gee, that was the most reassuring thing I've heard all day.
She gave a small, forced smile in reaction to the sarcasm in his voice that oozed through his tone and onto her paper. If she was going to make this work, she needed Mr Hanekoma's help. Here's hoping that whatever force that let her manipulate Joshua expanded to all of the UG- including Mr H.
"Just a trim? From the neck up..."
What?! No, no, no! A recolor, remember? Recolors are simple- people do it to computer sprites and stuff all the time. With that being said- I think I got some coffee spilled on my vest the other day, it would be nice if you could make it completely gray again.
"Fifty shades?"
Ah ha ha, no. One would be fine.
Emmeline smiled before she started to work. Carefully, taking time to be as precise as possible, Emmeline took control of her frenzied hand and let the graphite in her pencil slowly darken the shade of the static that gave away Hanekoma's location in the UG.
H-hey! I think it's working kid!
But it wasn't enough...
What are you doing?
More color, there had to be more.
Stop! That's enough!
Her nose was starting to bleed again, but didn't care. She acted as if she didn't even notice it.
Kid, if you don't stop right now, I'll make you!
She ignored him, she filtered him out like parental controls on the computer. Emmeline only stopped drawing and adjusting when her pencil suddenly flew out of her hand by some invisible force. Emmeline stared at the place her pencil flew to with a blank glare. She could feel Hanekoma sit down beside her and place a semi-assuring hand on her back. She wanted to cry, but she looked angry.
First, I think the proper thing to learn first is 'restraint'. How about we work on that next instead?
Emmeline did not answer and only stared at her pencil- it had been eaten by the Shibuya crowd and she was never going to get it back now. At least her father had more, but that had been her favorite one.