You watched Tsukasa out of the corner of your eye as he stared intensely at the paper you gave him to paint on as he flicked the paintbrush bristles with his finger. You knew it most likely wouldn’t keep him entertained for long but you would take what you got and see how long the silence would last in the broadcasting room so you could get an essay done for class. You looked at the blank paper in front of you with a sigh while the apparition sung to himself, not even using the paintbrush you found for him for the paper and painting his hand instead with the paints you borrowed (stole) from the art house secretly, you silently grimaced knowing you would have to find a way to wash it off of him without him trying to squirm away or bite your hand off.

You got a few paragraphs in of the essay before you felt something cold on your cheek move gently, you face darting over to see Tsukasa with paintbrush in hand and covered in paint with various doodles and shapes.

“Don’t move, I’m not done..” He whined before snapping your neck back to where it was facing straight ahead harshly as the paintbrush made its way back to your face, the bristles gently moving against your cheek as the cold paint was placed on skin. It was until you felt the brush move away you knew he might be done.

“There! Look, do you like it!?” He exclaimed excitedly as he pointed at a mirror so you could look at what he did. You turned your cheek and saw a badly drawn stick figure accompanied by stars painted on your skin, Tsukasa coming up behind you with a grin and poking your paint covered cheek happily. “Look! It’s me, see?!”