(291) If Robert wasn't such a Frosty pants, he could probably be the nicest guy ever. |: [/just realized this][/html]
He grinned crookedly when she paused her drawing, looked over the parchment, and smiled down at its awfulness. He knew it made her feel better and helped her believe his words, so he did not mind making a slight mockery of himself. In fact, he realized how much he had improved since he picked up a quill and decided to draw something instead of writing words. When Dalgina had placed down the drawing, he quietly slipped the paper back to him as she went back to her own flower and looked it over once more with a closer inspection.
The more he studied it, he became less detested by it, and began to trace the lines that had been basically carved into the paper with a claw, following the crevices that he had made long ago. He began to wonder what exactly he had been thinking when he drew this and why he did not throw it out months ago. He had forgotten about it, but he felt no reason to be attached to it now... And yet, he felt like keeping it with him for a little while longer.
He placed the parchment back into its place within the book, and set it back in his bag. When he rose back up, a paper was handed to him, and he took it gingerly and flipped the page to face him. He looked it over for a moment, quiet and emotionless. He lowered the drawing back to the girl, a softer smile on his muzzle. "You're already getting better, miss Dalgina. You'll become even greater if you practice often, at least once a day. If you want, you can continue working on that... I can always go to Flanders field tomorrow."
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