It’d be a lie if Yufi said she hadn’t seen him around before. He’s got a distinctive look… amputee, emotional support dog and all. There’s no classes they share together, but on occasion they find themselves in same common circles. Crafting, architecture, art. Not to say she’s been eavesdropping… but one grows curious and cares to listen when wanting to know who they’re surrounded by.
It’d be unfair to say he’s harmless– his handicap does not necessarily mean he’s incapable. In fact, she knows little of what he does, what interests him besides the activities they share together. But she assumes, at the least, he means no harm to her, as he holds little interest in doing more than the absolute necessary.
But her curiosity does grow, and the opportunity to speak to him arises when they find themselves situated next to one another, painting ❛ the waves of their internal strife. ❜ Yufi wouldn’t have looked… that intensely, anyway… if it hadn’t been for the fact that they seemed to be out of brick red. She planned to use it for her sunset on the horizon… he had obviously used it for his own imagery. Not an issue, really, but she can’t help but ask, peering onward to his canvas. ❝ …You want any other colors, besides this red? Seems like you’ve got a lot to unpack. ❞ / a starter for @endsought !
he had seen her around, but never purposely picked her face out of a crowd until he learned they would be attending the same art sessions. for him, this was nothing more than a means to pass time. a recommended outlet for the fury and pain that clung to him after his discharge. a crutch to assist him on his re-entering of society. what a joke. he'd often look around the room and into the faces of the other students. wondering how many of them believed such a thing... how many of them found that this was working? this is likely the reason he's never completed a piece.
he'd find himself wondering just what kind of people these were, including her. though he never bothered to speak up and ask. nooj wasn't exactly the sociable type. not always anyway. when he found himself seated next to her for the current session, he would catch himself glancing over at her creation. it was said that art comes from one's soul or that one could use it to read what type of person the artist is. an expert could maybe, nooj was just a beginner at best.
the silence between them is finally broken when she makes a comment about his creation. he looks in her direction then back at his canvas but says nothing. he's aware that red, as every color, has its own meaning. though he doesn't think of that when grabbing paint. he's just not that deep of an artist. he also was unaware that he'd used nearly all of the red he took. he chuckles very lightly. both at her question and the fact that he'd actually got lost in this activity for once. ❛ 𝐈𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃, 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓. ❜ not like there was too much there to use. ❛𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐈'𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈'𝐌 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐄. ❜ he says, making a small gesture to his canvas.
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