[Honor]

((Alright ^^ ))

Olivia was caught by his gaze as he spoke. His eyes were a very nice blue, she noted, wondering about the many things she could do with such a color. Perhaps he would would let her paint him one day.The name Olive had taken her by surprise, as she was often called such back home, but wasn't it a bit to girly for a boy to be called? Still she liked it, and if Saya saw nothing wrong with calling a boy that she would not protest. "Olive is fine. I'm often called that back home."

"I agree. I've used art as an outlet as long as I can remember. It's also good for recording memories. Once when I was little I got into a car accident, bonked my head pretty good and ended up forgetting a lot about the year before. After that every time I could remember even the littlest bit I would paint it. I eventually remembered everything again, but you can bet my room was filled with paintings of the most random things." She said, then let out a laugh, remembered one in which she had painted herself staring very intently at a goldfish.