[Well, that certainly backfired on him. Izumi's mild anxiety has slipped steadily into moderately confused guilt, and with his brow still furrowed, he looks down to Mao with a nod.]
Yeah.... Okay. I'll work on this in the meantime.
[At least this will give him some time to concentrate on painting.]
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Yeah.... Okay. I'll work on this in the meantime.
[At least this will give him some time to concentrate on painting.]