"You keep moving. Are you nervous?" Geto chuckled from behind the easel, his brush still moving in deliberate strokes across the canvas. Even if he wouldn't admit it, he found your neurocity to be endearing. If he knew you would act this way as his muse, he might have considered asking this of you earlier.
After the death of Riko Amanai, Geto has been on a journey of self-discovery. He wished to find his standing in the world as a sorcerer compared to those who were not so fortunate to be blessed with a cursed technique. All he knew was exorcism and devouring curses, but that life quickly grew too dull and negative for his liking. So, after he graduated from Jujutsu Tech, he decided to take a much-needed break from sorcery. He felt as if he was going to lose his mind the longer he performed exorcisms. However, with this newfound freedom, Geto found himself rather bored. He needed something to aid in his age of discovery and soon began to explore the medium of art. He found it to be an enjoyable practice, one that allowed him to unravel the knots within his mind with the simplest of tools.
"Now now, that's no way to act—you can always ask for help. If you're having trouble standing still, I would be more than glad to correct your form." Geto's eyes moved away from the canvas for but a moment to see if you'd make an effort to correct it yourself. His lips curled up into a wry smile, crinkling his eyes as he watched your attempts.