They clap their hands all of a sudden, a whiteboard materializing with little fanfare. They make sure to catch it before it hits the ground, cradling it in their hands and beckoning Primus over to see. A sort of snapping motion summons a marker, which they almost seem to squint at for a moment. Wrong damn color. After some concentration and a few slow color shifts, the marker changes to a hot pink, Lover finally satisfied.
Now, they’re gonna need quiet for this one. Gotta keep the focus up, got it? Primus nods eagerly, watching Lover’s every movement.