A Boarding House » Places

         "I wonder where Yuki went," Kaoru murmured. Turning to peer into the t.v. room, he shrugged."At this rate, we'll never get to the mall."

He pulled up a chair and sat down, doodling idly on a scrap of paper with a pen that had been lying on the counter top. Restless fingers, his dad had used to call them. Drawing, Painting, Piano---they were all hands on activities. Kaoru liked things he could touch and feel. He'd enjoyed ceramics immensely, but they were far less portable and more expensive that his painting and drawing tools. Also, he hadn't been very good at it. He could draw shapes and forms perfectly, but when it came to actually making them, he was at a loss.

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