peach pits

09

"hey."

"oh! hey, daisy."

"sorry, did i scare you?"

"no."

she observes him.

"you seem a bit jittery today, everything okay?"

"of course."

"okay, whatever you say!"

. . .

"do you wanna use a box to hold up the canvas?"

"yes please. my hands are starting to hurt from holding it."

"haha, i've noticed."

"mhm."

he passes her a cardboard box.

"okay, here you go."

"thanks."

he leans over her shoulder to take a look.

"is this the one from yesterday?"

"and from the day before, yeah. i'm a bit of a perfectionist, so it takes me a while to finish a painting."

"it looks really good."

"thank you."

"have you taken lessons before?"

"not really, i mostly learned from my grandpa. have you?"

"yup, but i still can't draw."

she giggles.

"oh, i'm sure it's not that bad."

"that's what everyone says before they see me draw anything."

"okay then. here."

she passes him her paint brush.

"what?"

"draw a peach."

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i'm sorry it's been like a month since my last update on peach pits! i got busy with music and school but i promise to write more often •n•