[ It's because Nami knows that Weiss, like her, can appreciate a good square of high-quality paper that's adorned with ink of equally fine caliber, that she pulls out her best for the drawing that's slid under the other woman's door, secure and safe from prying eyes in an elegantly simple envelope with Weiss name scrawled on the front in her nicest script.
The drawing itself is of Weiss from behind, the curves of her body accentuated by the half-leaning pose Nami's drawn her in, her long braid slung over her shoulder, leaving the painting of the night sky on Weiss' back – the same painting Nami herself put on Weiss' back that afternoon they spent together after their shopping trip – unobstructed.
'Thought this one came out good enough to share. - Nami.' Is all she writes at the bottom of the page. Being to the point is comfortable, after all. ]
–an envelope
The drawing itself is of Weiss from behind, the curves of her body accentuated by the half-leaning pose Nami's drawn her in, her long braid slung over her shoulder, leaving the painting of the night sky on Weiss' back – the same painting Nami herself put on Weiss' back that afternoon they spent together after their shopping trip – unobstructed.
'Thought this one came out good enough to share. - Nami.' Is all she writes at the bottom of the page. Being to the point is comfortable, after all. ]