[He draws them, because they occupy his every thought, both when asleep and awake. They are insidious, and he will still be drawing them two months from now: on trees in the woods, on his body, scratching them into the floor while hiding under the food table at prom...
Toki blinks in confusion when Rei takes the notebook. He was drawing too many again.]
I... have to draw them.
[He grabs Rei's hand and moves to the door of the dorm room.]
no subject
Toki blinks in confusion when Rei takes the notebook. He was drawing too many again.]
I... have to draw them.
[He grabs Rei's hand and moves to the door of the dorm room.]
I think the reporters will be gone by now!