SailorKairi

                                                          Umbrellas Soubi set aside his recently washed brushes into the glass vase next to his sink, the water turning from crystal clear to murky. Tips down, brush hairs up, he spun them around in a melancholy fashion, creating swirls of colors rippling out into the rim of the glass. It was times like these that Soubi could appreciate the little things. The scent of drying acrylic permeating the air, his apron hung warmly on the hook nearest his canvas corner with care, his hair dripping out of his hair tie, pooling around his shoulders just enough to caress his face as he smiled. Removing h