[Kaneda waits, letting her pull up the pictures on her comm as he secures the tape on the new canvas. The pictures she shows are of a bright, almost distinctive city--red bridge in the distance, plenty of water...full of hills and little trolleys--those were too little details for him to grasp in his painting, but he would come close--a bright blue sky above it with skyscrapers licking the sky with metal.
That's a good start, and he's already pulling colours. Her words though, the windcatchers, the way she described the red bridge as being shaped like a shrine gate...the different roofs...the sakura trees. They're all welcome edits to Kaneda, honestly. It was something he wishes could've existed in his world.
His colours are sporadic at first, looking like a hodge podge of tye-dye and children's finger paints.]
Sounds like you're pretty familiar with the place.
[A tease, he knows this is your home city, girl. He's been doing Neo Tokyo ones from time to time himself.]
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That's a good start, and he's already pulling colours. Her words though, the windcatchers, the way she described the red bridge as being shaped like a shrine gate...the different roofs...the sakura trees. They're all welcome edits to Kaneda, honestly. It was something he wishes could've existed in his world.
His colours are sporadic at first, looking like a hodge podge of tye-dye and children's finger paints.]
Sounds like you're pretty familiar with the place.
[A tease, he knows this is your home city, girl. He's been doing Neo Tokyo ones from time to time himself.]