[ happily that she can, but kaname can't. so he's thankful, quietly so, that she gestures and he keeps a step behind her, eyes elsewhere than the path ahead. ]

... You're scarcely older than me, Narukami. [ she's no senior. he's still a little subdued, controlled in a quiet way. less scared sounding, but he isn't trying to say much. ] You sound as if you have twice as many problems, though.

[ unfiltered as ever. and... maybe not twice as many, since kaname feels as if he has every problem in the world on his shoulders -- but at least some of them have a different form here. he's so tired of pretending to be perfect, but what else can he do for his brother? it's because they're siblings that... ]

... Nothing really. I like to draw people and give them stories. I once drew Tatsumi-senpai as what I thought would be his ultimate form, if he was able to achieve it, and he was delighted.

[ or he thought it was funny, anyway. kaname wonders if he still has that silly square of paper. it isn't like he has it himself. ]

So things like that. I've also been drawing things to practice needlework with, such as flowers and their companions. It's easier to visualize on paper beforehand.