ᵢ ⠀𝑑ᵣₑₐ៳ ⠀ ₒ𝑓⠀ 𝑦ₒᵤ.

⠀‬‬ ⠀⠀
            ⠀‬‬            T⃨O⃨    M⃨Y⃨    M⃨U⃨S⃨E⃨,      
            ⠀‬‬ D.  MIHAWK     ♰    @kaiheigaris
            ⠀‬‬ ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂
            
            kiyono  yelps,  nearly  falling  off  her  chair  at  the  sound  of  the  swordsman’s  voice.  she  knocks  one  of  the  cups  by  her  side,  spilling  paint-tinged  water  and  used  brushes  all  over  the  desk.  she’d  been  so  hard  at  work  she  didn’t  even  notice  mihawk  walking  in.
            
            
            ⠀‬‬ ⠀⠀ ❛   n—no,  sir,  i  ...  not  yet,
            ⠀‬‬ ⠀⠀ anyway.  but  i  promise  i’ll
            ⠀‬‬ ⠀⠀ eat,  right  after  i  finish
            ⠀‬‬ ⠀⠀ this!    ❜
            
            
            she  splutters,  grabbing  something  to  wipe  down  the  mess  on  her  desk.  in  the  process,  she  tips  over  the  easel  and  canvas  that  she  was  working  on.  a  flush  rises  to  her  cheeks,  mortified  that  she’s  embarrassing  herself  like  this  in  front  of  the  world’s  strongest  swordsman.
            ⠀

⠀‬‬ ⠀⠀
            ⠀‬‬            T⃨O⃨    M⃨Y⃨    M⃨U⃨S⃨E⃨,      
            ⠀‬‬ D.  MIHAWK     ♰    @kaiheigaris
            ⠀‬‬ ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂
            
            compliments  are  rare  from  the  likes  of  dracule  mihawk⸻or  so  she’s  been  told.  it  earns  a  grateful  smile  from  kiyono,  her  hands  clasping  behind  her  back  while  she  giddily  rocks  back  and  forth  on  her  heels.  
            
            
            ⠀‬‬ ⠀⠀ ❛   since  i  was  around  ten.
            ⠀‬‬ ⠀⠀ my  uncle  was  a  painter
            ⠀‬‬ ⠀⠀ too.  i  would  often  watch 
            ⠀‬‬ ⠀⠀ him  work  on  his  pieces; 
            ⠀‬‬ ⠀⠀ i  guess  i  picked  up  on  
            ⠀‬‬ ⠀⠀ some  of  his  techniques
            ⠀‬‬ ⠀⠀ as  well.  ❜

⠀‬‬ ⠀⠀
            ⠀‬‬            T⃨O⃨    M⃨Y⃨    M⃨U⃨S⃨E⃨,      
            ⠀‬‬ D.  MIHAWK     ♰    @kaiheigaris
            ⠀‬‬ ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂
            
            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.