[ distracted by the dulcet tones of rick astley, yusuke doesn't register the question first, frowning down at the question on his phone screen. only when he notices a shadow falling on his phone does he actually look up. ]
My apologies, [ he sits up a little straighter, glancing down at his sketchbook. it's a rough drawing of multiple figures, among them a young girl and her father, a small finch, and cedric himself. ]
Thank you. And yes, I did. [ belatedly, he realizes that the cedric he drew and this cedric in front of him are one and the same. ] ... I hope you don't mind.
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My apologies, [ he sits up a little straighter, glancing down at his sketchbook. it's a rough drawing of multiple figures, among them a young girl and her father, a small finch, and cedric himself. ]
Thank you. And yes, I did. [ belatedly, he realizes that the cedric he drew and this cedric in front of him are one and the same. ] ... I hope you don't mind.