<div align="center"><em><strong>Name: Natsume<br/>Location: At the restaurant<br/>Tags: Mizuki</strong></em></div><br/>When she noticed that her wound was showing she quickly covered it with her shirt, her cheeks became red with embarrassment as she thought the girl saw the wound. The wound was rather big, the size of a combat army knife and it was obvious that she was lucky to be alive to those few who seen the wound and knew the story behind it. "Umm.... yea drawing can be very difficult, I been drawing ever since I was a child" she sighed, scratching the back of her head as she giggled and took back his notebook placing it on her purse. The second drawing had a special meaning to her, the dark figure was her own father and the scenery around him was how she felt about him, nothing but darkness and sorrow. She looked at the bowl and grinned getting a idea on her head.<br/><br/>Taking out her notebook once again she opened it and took out her pencil. She began to draw her new friend as best as she could, it was showing her eating the bowl of rice. She hummed as she drew her face, trying to take into every little detail about her body in order to not miss anything about it. The ribs were already making her want to run to the bathroom to relieve herself however she could hold it in easily enough since she did not went out to public places bathrooms.