[h2]Sasaki Kirima[/h2]
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"Still, it's all that work, down the drain for nothing," Sasaki said, tone betraying a little more than a simple apology for ruining the miniscule young man's works. The giant noted the hurried concealment of the artist's chosen medium. Was this kid one of those good artists who were afraid of showing others what they were capable of, or maybe ashamed of their art's perceived terribleness? The shorter boy definitely didn't have anything lewd in there, from what he had seen. The mildly entertaining thought of the artist having some degree of romantic affection for the violinist briefly passed through his mind before being dismissed as groundless musing. It was a good day after all, very picturesque in its ways. Good for art, in other words. Besides, looking too deeply into these kinds of things usually only results in wrong ideas all around. Usually. Speaking of which...

"Hm? No, it's alright. She's not my girlfriend," Sasaki answered simply. What were you expecting? Multiple exclamation points, a reddened face, and a loud declaration screamed to the heavens with an emphasis on the negative? "She probably doesn't want to see me anyway. I figure if I go it'll make things worse," he explained, sitting up straighter, further emphasizing the size discrepancy between the two, "How about you and your... model?" That probably wasn't the art term for what Aria was serving as, but whatever. "Nice of her to let you do that."