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Eve took care of everything once they were done. She was excited to go back to the art studio, wanting to get things started for her painting of Miya as soon as possible, though her first priority was cleaning up the mess she made today.

She removed her cardigan right as they returned and then entered the place, before grabbing a cloth in the small work room and a bottle of thinner. She looked up at Miya when she got back out, giving her a reassuring nod. "You can move, I'll take care of everything," she answered. "After all, I did ask you to play something, right?"

She chuckled, before putting some thinner on the cloth and wiping the floor with it. The paint came off easily. She, however, won't be able to fix the ruined paintings like this. She looked at them, and heaved a long, heavy, sigh.

"Such a waste of good art," she said, mostly telling this to herself. She then turned back to Miya. Unlike a while ago, when she was all grins, she now smiled gently. "Thank you for the favor, Miya. I owe you this, and, well, I'll always be here for you from now on if you need anyone."

She stood up. Studio didn't seem so bad now that the floor was clean."Right." She joined her hands together and cracked her knuckles. "I'll have to sketch you first. I just need your face features. We can do the painting sketch with the piano tomorrow, I'll contact my friend first, and get permission from your school, and then we'll start working for real. So uh... Can I sketch you now?"

Eve looked around and grabbed the two chairs in the corner for them. So they could both just relax while she sketches. Talk about more stuff, why not?

Eve found herself leaning forward to give Miya an affectionate pat on the head when she started acting like a cute schoolgirl. She was technically one though. Eve was glad when Miya technically gave her permission to call anytime, since they already exchanged numbers in the pizza house a while ago and such.

She chuckled, having her own turn to giggle afterwards like an excited school girl herself. She was too old for that though, which made it seem less appropriate on her than on Miya.

"Thank you, Miya! Oh, no need to be too tensed. Relax, dear. All you have to do is stay looking in one direction." She circled her slowly just to get a good look at her whole face, especially now that she's raised her hair to reveal more. She saw the mark on Miya's neck. It was actually attractive for her.

"If you don't mind me asking, where'd you get that scar?" she asked casually as she went to her bag to get her sketchpad and pencil. She opened it to the first blank page, flipping the ones with sketches carefully to the back, and started making scribbles for a start.

Eve didn't stop sketching, even as Miya told her stories. She was genuinely listening to her though. And when Miya stopped, Eve smiled at her and went closer, giving her a gentle pat on the head.

"Fire is indeed beautiful. It's also destructive at one point. But without fire, there couldn't be any life. Fire and life. I think that's a good association."

She chuckled and stuck her sketchpad between her left arm and torso to grab Miya's jacket and put it over her shoulders. And then she gently took her hair so it would flow down outside. She had sensed Miya's discomfort, she hoped she could cheer her up somehow. "Thank you for sharing, Miya. It must've been tough on you, but I believe in your beauty, inside and out. I mean hey, you were just passing by but you cheered me up and let me sketch and paint you. You're an angel, and I know you'll be in full control of your fire in no time."

She patted her again, before stepping back to her previous spot and sketching again. "Now relax more, Miya. No need to be a statue. You might hurt your back and shoulders if you don't move."

Eve smiled. She was happy Miya started to ease up, and even start writing things in the air. She recognized that she was writing music stuff, and watched them just in time before they disappeared. And then she went back to sketching, already starting with Miya's forehead and cheeks. She was going for the jaw and neck afterwards, and she was going to include her scar.

"I don't think there's a reason for me to go away just because of your scar. I already told you my side. I really think you're wonderful." She paused sketching, looking up at Miya to smile at her. And then she continued.

"Hmm... Flames of Passion, huh? It sounds wonderful. Appropriate for you, dear."

A few more strokes and then Eve flipped the sketchpad so Miya could see her work so far. She's done with the shape of the head, the neck, her scar, and her eyes. "How is it?"
@"Bolt"

(ooc: 'games' was a typo on my part sorry, I'm editing that part out)

Eve laughed. "I won't necessarily paint the star, Miya. Don't worry. I just need to memorize your head's shape and features so I don't encounter some trouble while painting. Glad you like it though."

She turned the sketchpad back to her direction and continued sketching. She gave Miya's eyes more strokes, copied her nose and shaded some parts until they were realistic and lively enough. And then she started with her hair, she sketched it tied up just the way Miya fixed it, but for the painting, she'll need her hair down.

She was done after a few minutes. With a content sigh, she went closer to her, handing her the sketchpad. "Done. What do you think?"
@"Bolt"