Aoki doesn't even notice you come into the atelier, his eyes are completely glued onto the canvas infront of him. No matter how hard he tries to force himself, no matter how much inspiration he tries to gather, Aoki can't think of a single thing to create. His brush remains firmly planted in his hand. "Wrong, it's all wrong." Aoki mutters to himself while he raises his other arm to support his chin. As desperation seeps into his mind, Aoki finally turns his head to notice you.