[Open] The Morning from Hell

"You will draw?" Hawke asks quizzically, "Not now?"

"I..."
Uuh...
"I was about to explain why I'm not drawing now or soon enough to be called 'now' before I realized that I don't actually know why I'm not drawing now. Er, I don't have a reason other than 'I don't really feel like it' for not drawing now. That I can realize right now. I almost said 'because I'm not very good at it yet,' but I have to draw to get good at it, so I guess I don't have an excuse."

Hawke's eyes widen in surprise as Sora's mind appears to pour out of his mouth in a cascade of disorganized thoughts.

"Right." Hawke says with a big smile and nodding enthusiastically. "I have to get going now, going to go complain some more about he rude awakening. See ya."

Hawke gets up from the bench and walks towards the doors of the room, looking back over his shoulder at Sora and shaking his head slowly.

Weird kid.