[ mal takes her eyes only briefly off the page. her strokes are quick and sure. her mind likes to go a mile a minute, but when it comes to art the opposite proves true: she hyperfocuses often to the point of neglecting to eat or sleep when she should. those were the times evie would hold her hand over mal's page so she could no longer see or grab her hand with its pencil or brush or can of spray paint.
she isn't at that point yet, but it's easy to see her sinking into the task, eyes on the page, expression relaxed. she winds the chain of her necklace around and around and around her finger as she does until there's no more chain. she lets it go before starting again. ]
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[ mal takes her eyes only briefly off the page. her strokes are quick and sure. her mind likes to go a mile a minute, but when it comes to art the opposite proves true: she hyperfocuses often to the point of neglecting to eat or sleep when she should. those were the times evie would hold her hand over mal's page so she could no longer see or grab her hand with its pencil or brush or can of spray paint.
she isn't at that point yet, but it's easy to see her sinking into the task, eyes on the page, expression relaxed. she winds the chain of her necklace around and around and around her finger as she does until there's no more chain. she lets it go before starting again. ]