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Jun had gotten home with his arms full of groceries. He hadn't narrowed down what he wanted to make just yet and whatever he didn't would just be a meal for latter. The man set the groceries down and then pulled out each ingredient one by one and looked at them. It was nice outside so he wanted that to reflect in his foods. It wasn't too hot or cold so the spice of summer or the heaviness of winter was out. In the end he settled on grilled fish with a soy sauce glaze with a seaweed salad, rice, and miso soup. For dessert it was going to be wagashi.

While the food was cooking, Jun took time to clean up his house. He knew that Angel wanted to see some of his art pieces that hadn't sold so he went and grabbed some of the pieces and arranged them. He also needed to get another chair and he brought in the twin to the one at the table that had paint all over it from sitting at his easel way too long without a cleaning. He then set the table and waited for Angel to come.

Jun hear the door, faintly, but he heard it. He had forgotten to tell her that the gallery doors would be open and that she could come in and find the stairs. That was his fault. The man stumbled down the stairs and nearly tripped over many steps and yet he landed like a cat at the bottom and went for the door. It seemed to take too long for him to reach the front door, but he did.

"Angelique." He called as he opened the door. He then let her in. "Sorry about the wait, I was upstairs." He commented stepping to the side as she stepped inside. "Welcome to my home and the gallery." He told her as he allowed her to look around. "The current artist is a old friend of mine from art school, but I sent a small art show of my stuff upstairs and you can look at it while we eat." The man told his dear friend.

Jun smiled at Angel and chuckled. "I promise I wasn't falling. I was a cat who landed on his feet." The man responded with a grin as he showed her his small apartment. It wasn't much, but it was just him and he used the rest of the house as his private studio. He had one room for painting, one for music, and then there was the storage room too.

He blushed when she said he had talent. He thought of there were plenty people way more talented then him and he had to place his sketch book down as in thought. His eyes lighten up as he turned to Angel slowly. A sweet smile graced his face as he looked at her. "I'm glad that you're part of his project too. It's kind of evolved. At first I wanted to celebrate spring, but now I want to celebrate the ending of spring into something more tragic." He commented about his latest thought process.

Jun flipped through his notebook and landed on a sketch of a pretty, young girl. He let Angel get a good look. "I saw her walking one day and started to draw her. Turns out she is a tragic figure, abusive ex-boyfriend who she was once so in love with him that she wanted him to be her one and only. She's only 17. A beauty in tragic."