Spoons was sprawled dramatically across an old chaise as she listened to yet another of Cohen’s tantrums. One of her dainty little feet was stuck up in the air, twirling odd circles while one of her arms was draped over her face. She hadn’t bothered dressing the local style today. Sanders was surely used to her eccentricities by now, as was she.
She flinched at the sound of property damage and finally lifted her arm up to peer at him with an eyebrow arched.
“So, take a break,” she suggested. “Have ya even eaten anythin’ in the past 24 hours? Y’all… Y’all still function on the 24 hour model down ‘ere, yeah?”
It was often she got to be around someone who could be as theatrical as she could. It was kind of fun being on the other side of this, except that she was so, so, so bored.
Besides, it wasn’t like he was painting her. Boring!
She swung her legs around until she was sitting almost like a normal person.
“Let’s do somethin’ fun! Reset yer battrees!”
Simmering down from his fit. Face flushed under his caked makeup face. It wasn’t uncommon for him to go through various mood swings, he often struggled to control his emotions nor did he want to. One moment he was in binding rage to the next he was calm. Many seem to ignore his outlandish behaviors.
Those words escaped his painted lips as she brought up the suggestion. Taking a moment to glance at the clock resting on the wall nearby. Last he knew it was noon and now it was nearly five in the evening. Yet nothing came of the wasted time. Putting his brushes into his cups. Letting out a little huff.
When was the last time he ate...His stomach rumbled.
“ Once the artist starts working....we lose track of time. We forget to eat. The devotion to focus on the birth.“
Sander was delirious. Pacing a moment before he collected the canvas he once discarded. Propping it up back on the art easel. Wiping his hands on a spare clothe on the table nearby.
“ Perhaps that could be arranged...
Do you have any suggestions?”