[his own efforts are slow, too, but much more consistent, methodical. each stroke is carefully dragged across the paper – a bit too hard at times, causing little punctures here and there and a few mumbled sounds.
there's really not much there when he's sat himself up straighter to stare at it, licking his lip and tilting his head, as though that would give him a better impression of the whole ordeal.
he nods to himself – yes, he thinks that's good – and lets his gaze trail over to the unfamiliar shapes on Madoka's watching hers in a curious silence. saying anything could break her concentration, he thinks, so best to keep quiet and watch!]
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there's really not much there when he's sat himself up straighter to stare at it, licking his lip and tilting his head, as though that would give him a better impression of the whole ordeal.
he nods to himself – yes, he thinks that's good – and lets his gaze trail over to the unfamiliar shapes on Madoka's watching hers in a curious silence. saying anything could break her concentration, he thinks, so best to keep quiet and watch!]