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Ivan blushes and stares down at the table. "I-I guess...." Ivan replies, slightly taken back by the comment.

A furry eyebrow raises and a smirk replaced the smile, "I do believe you're blushing, Braginski. Tsk tsk tsk. Dun't let Yao know. I 'ardly think 'e'd approve."

Ivan blinked, his face still flushed. "You're one to talk, da?" Ivan said nodding.

He chuckles, "Eh? I think I'm not understanding."

Ivan shakes his head. "It's nothing. Please, continue with what you ware doing, neh?" Ivan says.

Arthur shrugs his shoulders and keeps going. Once more he pauses to look up and study the face. He takes the pencil and puts it again between his teeth as he rumages. This time, he sets a purple pencil, a yellow pencil, a black pencil and something that looked like sticky tack down. He picks up the tack and begins to scrub it on the drawing in places, glancing to Ivan every so often.
"Good for blending and leaves less oil than fingers do," he explains.

Ivan nodds, staring intently at the paper watching as Arthur draws.

Arthur pauses, finger tapping the pencil's tip. He raises the drawing up, comparing real and portrait. Immediately he sets it down and begins to edit it again.

Ivan looks down at the drawing. "Oh, it's looking good, Arthur." Ivan compliments.

Arthur smiles a bit, "Thanks. Hope it'll look good when it's done."
Arthur sets the pencil down and picks up thr purple. He glances up and begins to gill in the blank eyes, addibg 2D life to them.

Ivan smiles brightly watching as Arthur fills in his eyes.

He leans closer to the paper, trying to fill in every inch he can see. Arthur straightens up, tilting it toeards him. He gives a smile, content with his job so far.
"Almost done."

"Good, i can't wait to see it, da?" Ivan replies, smiling brightly.

Tilting the paper away from Ivan's view, he returns the smile feebly. He picks up the pencil and sketches something to the side if the portrait.

Ivan pouts and sits up straight, sighing lightly.

"'old your 'orses."
He sets down the pencil and pick up the yellow one, slowly colouring ut in

Ivan nods. "I'm sorry, it's just really exciting, da?"

Arthur feels his face flush with colour, "I s'ppose you're right."
He sets the yellow down and swaps for a black instead.

Ivan pokes Arthur's cheek. "Hehe~"

In the most mature way, Arthur stuck his tongue out at Ivan.
"Quit!" He chuckled. "Yes'm blushing."

"Hehe, i knew it~!" Ivan said, pulling his hand away.

He snorts, trying not to smike, "Barmy git..."
He puts the pencil down and picks up the eraser, cleaning off a few lines.

Ivan glances around, waiting for Arthur to finish his drawing, smiling.

"Done," he announces a fee seconds later, setting it down and turning it towards him.
A black-sand-white pencil sketch smiles up from the canvas. The graphite Ivan smiles innocently at the viewer with bright and lively violet eyes. To the left, embellishing the side of the portrait sits a black and yellow sunflower.

Ivan flushes and leans forward, looking at it closer. "I.... I really like it!" Ivan admits. "And i like the Sunflower, da?"