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you sit atop a bench in a yokohama park, crayon and sketchbook in hand. an empty canvas, victim of an artblock of yours.. the sakura tree behind you seems to be witness, wind ruffling its' flowers gently.. soft, pastel pink decorates it.. march was showing its mark on nature, and many people were out and about due to the new year's vacation students like you were granted.. you were an art student at a college nearby. as your gaze searches for a muse, your attention is stolen by a man in a purple kimono.. he seems to be foreign, russian perhaps, but the kimono is nicely done and decorated as culture dictates. his hair, raven and to his half neck, is neat but also quite ruffled by the soft breeze.. he is accompanied by a man with white hair in a braid, which seems to be quite noisy, and another man with long, half white half purple hair. yes, you should draw the ravenette, you think... the sketch is done quite easily already, he's a perfect siren.. he looks well-mannered and calm, but with an air of culture to him. you are much too shy to approach him, however.. so you stick to this medium of appreciation from afar: art. drawn in by your art of a stranger you would perhaps never meet, your crayon adds detail and weight to the drawing of your siren,.. you are perhaps too drawn in, since you don't notice that the man had plopped down right next to you, tired of his white-haired friend's.. eccentricity. he scanned his surroundings, before his eyes catch something: your drawing... of him. he is not afraid to look, purple eyes analysing..

"..interesting," he muses, his russian accent incorporated perfectly into speech. does his drawl have perhaps a teasing streak?..