After a while after Agnes was done, Arthur glanced at his brother, noticing the drawing.
“You got a drawing on your arm.”, he hummed, looking it over. “Some sort of girl. She wants you to draw yourself too.”.Markus hummed lightly. He couldn’t draw himself. Still, he let Arthur give him a marker, and he carefully wrote on the back of his hand.
“I can’t.”. He knew he couldn’t tell her he was blind -he had tried before.When Agnes saw the message, she sighed softly. She wondered if he was too unique, or couldn’t see. She hummed softly as she thought of a reply.
“Alright. Why do you draw lines? Are you marking where to cut, or are you trying to stop cutting?”
Markus gently nudged Arthur, asking him to check if he got a reply. The man hummed and looked to his hand, reading it over.
“She asks why you draw lines.”, he told him then. He could already tell he had to keep an eye on it, so he stopped writing for now, leanings his head against Markus’.
Markus carefully and slowly wrote his answer, hoping it was legible enough.
“To stop.”. He kept his replies short, for both not having a lot of room on his hand, and also because he wanted to make sure it was legible.
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