He'd not been doing much. In fact, he'd been doing very little aside from eying his wall, thinking how it bare it had been once, and how he hoped Ai might never leave. If only for the sake of continuing to cover his walls with endearing pictures. He'd wanted to convince her to start painting again, and better yet, he wanted to join her. To paint together...

There were few things more that the prince thought he would have enjoyed to the same extent.

But all it was, was distant thought. Fleeting, actually. So fleeting, in fact, that the knock on his door broke in immediately. Rousing himself from his relaxed lounging on his bed, he opened the door with his left hand, leaning onto the door frame with his right. Then as he eyed Chiyo, he simply stared at her and looked between her note and her face. And that smile.

And it encouraged him to make a reach for his own before he wrote and dangled it above her endearing her.

Are you mocking me, Miss Chiyo.