Heeey, kitty. Hovw's it going? This is Cronus, from class.You knovw. The monitor headed one.
âHeyyy Cronus!â L'vitsa waves in his direction, seriously contemplating the empty piece of paper taped to the wall in front of her.
âHow are mew doing?â
He sighed. This was NOT going well. âTold you I ainât a wvery good artist, miss. Knovw it ainât good. Giwve it to me straight.â
He gets into a more comfortable position in the chair, ready for the critique. Itâs gonna be garbage. Itâs gonna be garbage, he just knew it. It doesnât even LOOK like art.
She looks critically at the paper for a moment before looking at him over it.
âThereâs something where there was nothing, right? Â You decided to put some shapes on paper, and you did! Â Thatâs art, and direct anypawdy who says otherwise to me!â Â The paper is set down on the table at the last word.
Thereâs another pause before Lâvitsa beams at him and speaks again. Â âBesides, didnât mew say you liked abstract? Â So here we have your first masterpiece, representing the struggle of an emerging artist!â
WH-...you serious? No. You canât be serious, kitty. You....pff. Nah. This is crap. This ainât no masterpiece.â
He shook his head. âCanât be. It looks...itâs crap! Mighta tried hard and all that, but...â He sighed. Wow. She seemed...happy. Like. Real happy. Thatâs really...suprising, to be honest. Guess he might as well...you know. âWell...i guess it ainât that bad.â






