Drawing for Silence

Crimson laughed. "Now you do. But don't use all the paint. Small doses."

"I learned from experience. I love painting," said Silver. She moved her easel closer to Myu's. She began to paint another portrait of him.
OOC: maybe they could like each other?

Myu laughed. "Oh! Alright!" he said.

OOC: You do know he has the IQ of an 8 year old, right? o.o

Crimson felt like she was cutting in something. She took her leave back to her little corner. She continued with her design.

Myu looked to Crimson. "Myu? What are you drawing?" he asked.

OOC: Yeah, I know. But I like the idea.
IC:
Silver got up and got a pencil and a piece of paper. This time, the picture she sketched was a boy neko and a girl neko, sitting on a park bench, chatting.

She looked up. "Oh... Just a little design." she showed her squiggles that seemed to be growing and spacing out on the page.

OOC: 8 years old mentally o.o Think on that for a second

"Myu..." Myu said in thought, painting a crude picture of a sun with his tail.

OOC: My personality is accepting. And she can still think he's cute!

OOC: Please don't turn this into desperate OOCs!!!! D:<

IC: Crimson looked back down at her artwork. The black line was still there. It mocked her. She tore out the page and crumpled it up.

OOC: ...He's 8 years old mentally. Personality wise, it'd be like dating someone 7 years younger than you.

IC: Myu looked to Crimson, startled by the sound. "Oh, myu..." he said in relief.

She threw it across the room. It missed the trash bin and hit the floor.

OOC: I see your point. Okay then! But could they be friends, at least?
IC:
Silver drew until the picture was full and coloured. One of the nekos was herself, while the other was non-existent.

Myu jumped again, his tail stroking the page. The sun looked like it was trying to catch the human on fire.

OOC: Yeah, they can be friends o-o

Crimson sighed. She'd pick it up on her way out. She started on the fresh new page.

The camera zoomed in on Myu's picture. Myu tried to figure out how to make it look friendly again.

Silve began painting again. When she was done, she had A large picture of all the Nekos she'd ever seen.

Crimson hummed softly to herself as she drew a body figure. "Oreta awai tsubasa. Kimi wa sukoshi. Aosugiru sora ni tsukareta dake sa."

Myu began painting over the canvas. "Myuu?" he said as he heard Crimson's humming.

Silver walked to Crimson. "I want you to have this," she said, holding out the large portrait.

Crimson stopped humming and looked at the painting. "T-thanks." she said softly.

"I thought you might like it," Silver said.

Myu started to re-draw. It was of Kyo being carried away by scientists.

Crimson nodded and took the canvas. She set it beside her pad. She then continued humming. "Mou dareka no tame janakute. Jibun no tame ni waratte ii yo."

"Myuuuu..." Myu said, bringing his tail up, trying to sign his work. He slowly began to write. "Myu... M... Myu... Y... Myu... Um... U!" he said, finishing his name.