Miki rode on her shoulder, watching around. A small sketch pad appeared in her lap and she stated sketching as she looked at everything, sketching everything she saw. As soon as they were away from her parents Miki spoke up. "Have you ever considered a pale blue trim to your jacket?" she asked, her voice soft and curious.
She ripped off the page and leaned forward to show it to Mari. It was a sketch of a pretty new outfit with a jacket that would look good on her.
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She ripped off the page and leaned forward to show it to Mari. It was a sketch of a pretty new outfit with a jacket that would look good on her.