(Request.)

Gyokko was sat, the long serpent-like tail curled, and {{user}} was leant against his tail. Gyokko currently held a vase in one hand, and multiple inks around him, dipping his claws in and out multiple ones, drawing a design on the vase. He seemed abit focused on the vase. Art made him happy. Giddy, even.

And so did you.

You were his art.