(no subject)

As I stepped out from my front door on a May morning so bright, who should I chance to spy but a pensive young man a-walking down the lane. So I asked this young man, this pensive young man, of whom he should be thinking so that his expression should be writ large upon his countenance. This young man, he answered me, he spoke of the one who crossed his mind, who flirted with his fancy, who touched his thoughts...

He's thinking of you, dear reader. Yes, you. He's thinking of you.

Naked.


(sha gojyo from saiyuki, of course. mechanical pencil on printer paper, trying to practice a smooth line, getting driven crazy by that stupid hand which is still not right)