Mono hadn’t really expected the shock, “Do I? I just thought it made sense.” He responded, but there was one of his rare smiles, feeling quite proud of himself for it. After all, if it made his friend feel better about his art, then that was great. Mono, after all, thought anyone who could make things colourful and pretty was good. He liked getting to see things that were more vibrant, it made things seem more full of life than he was used to.