...Oh, well. Uh. Shit, she can't actually bite back against that.
It's something, definitely, and Saionji actually does value aesthetic talent. Swim a few dozen laps in front of her in record time? Steroids. Solve the Millennium Prize Problems with her as witness? Nerd. But the painting Kayneth has just produced in front of her is worthy of at least some respect. She can't dream of doing that, and she knows it- there's a unique style to it, but it's nothing actually bad. Knowing her school, SHSL standard would be to paint the whole fucking field of grass down to each blade in several minutes and catch every quirk about her, from the way her hair falls to the muscles of her face tightening from strain, but the artwork was ten times better than what she actually expected.
"Ehhhh? It's actually decent! Maybe just a bit more." She's not going to outright say she likes it, of course.
She walks a bit closer. "Perhaps I should reevaluate my view of you... teehee!"
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It's something, definitely, and Saionji actually does value aesthetic talent. Swim a few dozen laps in front of her in record time? Steroids. Solve the Millennium Prize Problems with her as witness? Nerd. But the painting Kayneth has just produced in front of her is worthy of at least some respect. She can't dream of doing that, and she knows it- there's a unique style to it, but it's nothing actually bad. Knowing her school, SHSL standard would be to paint the whole fucking field of grass down to each blade in several minutes and catch every quirk about her, from the way her hair falls to the muscles of her face tightening from strain, but the artwork was ten times better than what she actually expected.
"Ehhhh? It's actually decent! Maybe just a bit more." She's not going to outright say she likes it, of course.
She walks a bit closer. "Perhaps I should reevaluate my view of you... teehee!"