It was a bit chilly outside, so Momo was glad her nurse had given her the jacket to wear. Wrapped up in it, the small shinigami sat down off to the side (so as not to be in the way) and propped her sketchpad up on a leg. With easy, smooth strokes, she started to draw, a pencil box resting on the ground by her feet.

Though she was looking at the paper, her eyes were not seeing it. Her eyes were turned inward. Furudo Erika. What an odd girl. Lost in thought as she replayed the conversation from lunch, Momo continued to draw.

[Yowatashi Boshi]