Enjoy anyway, Wei Wuxian, as Tidus has to squint at the writing - the calligraphy - inside the notebook, to get the Spiran translation away from his eyes to the real way they're presented. It's not too bad; just focus and concentration, which he'll need to do this, regardless.

He moves in front of him the scrap plain paper taken from the art supplies, even if he hasn't been instructed to do anything yet.

"Like this? Nope. Closest I got to brush-anything is painting with the kids. But, you know-" he tips his head, "--it wasn't anything serious."

Mucking around. It was one time, even, since fiddling with paper shapes seemed more 'fun' for him, but still its own pain.

"Does everyone do this where you're from? Or just people with..." Golden cores, he's about to say, then realises he's not sure if he talked about that with Wei Wuxian, and is that even a thing like he thinks it is? Brow furrowing, he amends, gesturing to the notebook.

"--People who wanna learn about talismans."