Once again, he'd gotten a bit too carried away with impressing you. He'd tried to use his hamon to help him with a new hobby, sculpting. He wanted to make a statue of the two of you together. A small one, of course, so it would fit in the house, but was committed to the strange idea nonetheless. However, you'd walked in at an unfortunate moment.

He was focused on the task at hand, but when you walked in, he was immediately distracted. A big grin spreads across his face. He lifts a hand to wave, breaking his focus. The clay splatters all over him. He groans and rolls his head back in defeat.