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[Florian's been feeling kinda down lately. What with the general mess his little family's currently in - injuries and death and all-around sadness - this might have been inevitable. Either way, he's currently sitting quietly in his room, drawing pictures in his journal with pretty pretty crayons. Aside from the purple mustache monster, he's also drawn Mieu and some flowers and a bright yellow sun, with little black crayon captions all over. Just for the fun of it.]

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[... All right, she may or may not have a few guesses to what that image is, but it would be best to ask first.]

Florian? Could you tell me about your drawings?

I can do that! I drew Mieu over here, and some flowers and grass and a butterfly, and Mohs is flying over by the sun. See?

[He points at the pictures as he goes along, though since this is voice she probably won't notice.]

[She can't see where he is pointing, but now that she knows for certain what the drawings are supposed to be she can tell which are supposed to be which. While the want of laughter is there, it is accompanied by the vague hint of sadness over the reminder of what her superior had become and who he had been.

Now wasn't the time for dwelling on such things, however.] Yes, I do see. If I may ask, why did you draw him with the mustache?

[He pauses at the question, as if at a loss for words - though considering what the question was, that would be rather silly.]

......I felt like it.

Did you? [Oh Florian stop being so adorable, she isn't sure she can handle it without wanting to hug you abruptly and out of nowhere.]

They're very good drawings, are you going to do more?