[Michiru's smiling up at you, and will tilt her head and lean back if you're close enough. Minuet looks up and trills, waving her arms and trying to get closer.]
She wants it to be perfect, though I told her to go with what feels best.
[and Lulu's back to staring at the canvas and imagining broad strokes of bright colors. Maybe? A tightly furled rose arm moves, barely brushing against the canvas as she tries to figure out what it'll look like.]
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She wants it to be perfect, though I told her to go with what feels best.
[and Lulu's back to staring at the canvas and imagining broad strokes of bright colors. Maybe? A tightly furled rose arm moves, barely brushing against the canvas as she tries to figure out what it'll look like.]