The slow division of the empty white paper by thin, light black lines pleased him. It was disruption. Transition. Transformation. The natural progression from the immaterial to the material.

He did not care what he drew. He simply drew what he saw. What he saw right now was a tree, so that was what he drew.

He did not see Akira attempting to get his attention to look for something inconsequential. He did not see Kozue begging for his assistance with his eyes. He did not see Akira's treasured MP3 player. He did not see these things because they were not important.

The tree was important. It offered stimulation. Gratification. Kozue and Akira offered to waste his time.

The choice was simple. Kozue would forgive him later.