there’s a few things off with the situation. he’s sitting for one, with his knees slightly raised and a notepad in his lap; sketching mindlessly across the page with the world’s tiniest pencil between his fingertips. every couple of seconds he glances up at the closest person to him and then proceeds to go back to his unfinished work. he doesn’t care that they probably think he’s drawing them because he was at some point, but then the picture started going in a different direction and now he’s left himself with something that looks like an animal human hybrid straight out of a horror movie that gives catdog a run for it’s money. leave it to his mind to distort a drawing that originally was supposed to be a simple portrait. he flicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth and shakes his head slightly. does he have to tell them he isn’t sketching them without their permission (anymore)? no. ‘ you’re ruining a masterpiece every time you move. ‘ comes out without lifting his eyes from the page.
‘’ what master piece are we talkin’ about? ‘’ angel spoke, flicking her long hair over her shoulder as she slightly moved again only to tease the boy. ‘’ your damn pen is so loud, have you really been trying to drawing me this whole time? ‘’ she furrowed her brows, and moved over to him, only to try and catch a glance of his work. ‘’ lemme see! ‘’
