[Raven looks at Ikki's things the way she often looks at her own - with her fingers. Moving some aside, turning them over in the box, and revealing after a moment a crayon picture of-
Her? Or someone with enough red hair to look like her. Raven's free hand touches the back of her head as if to say is it that bad before she pulls out the drawing entirely.]
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Her? Or someone with enough red hair to look like her. Raven's free hand touches the back of her head as if to say is it that bad before she pulls out the drawing entirely.]
This is... [With a curious frown.] Us?