Chapter 61: Eriri’s Riding Pose
"You—why are you at my house? You still haven't answered me!"
Eriri angrily bit into a cookie, as if she were venting her frustration on it instead.
"I'm just visiting," Yukima Azuma replied nonchalantly, tapping on the digital drawing tablet. "But seriously, your story is awful."
"Then why did you even come?" Eriri frowned, casting a regretful glance at the screen. "The plot doesn't matter as long as the art's good."
"Sayuri-obasan invited me. Didn't you know?"
He put the tablet down and casually pulled out a few sheets of rough sketches. Imitating Eriri's drawing style, he began arranging storyboard panels.
"I never heard anything about this!"
Eriri puffed up in anger. Clearly, Sayuri had invited him without asking her.
Still, deep down, she couldn't deny that seeing Yukima Azuma again made her kind of... happy.
As she watched him draw, she found herself leaning closer, nearly pressing her whole body against his back to peek at the sketches.
Instead of panels, Yukima Azuma had filled in speech bubbles with dialogue and descriptions.