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⠀ T⃨O⃨ M⃨Y⃨ M⃨U⃨S⃨E⃨,
⠀ D. MIHAWK ♰ @kaiheigaris
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the painter’s cheeks turn a deep shade of red when dracule mihawk points out his observation; hurriedly, she rushes about the room, flipping canvases over their backs and pulling drapes over the ones mounted to the walls. the world’s strongest swordsman had asked to visit her studio, and in a moment of starstruck weakness, she had said yes⸻completely forgetting the fact that she hadn’t had the time to clean up and throw some of her failed pieces out.
⠀ ⠀⠀❛ i’m sorry about the mess,
⠀ ⠀⠀sir ... i promise, it’s not
⠀ ⠀⠀usually this cluttered. ❜
a lie. her workplace is always this unkempt, moreso when she’s working on her personal projects than her commissions from nobles. but it would be more embarrassing for the warlord to know that, so she simply hopes he buys the bluff.