namine did not like this. not one bit. sure, getting critiques was good, and helpful, but the blonde was very unsure if she could handle anything. she did not have a good history of receiving ‘helpful’ critiques, thus her fear for it plagued her as students wandered around the classroom. maybe no one would notice her, she thought hopefully.
luck was not on her side, unfortunately.
immediately, she stiffened, sensing someone standing behind her, watching her work. for a moment, the movements of her paintbrush faltered, before she mustered up some courage and continued on painting, hoping that maybe this person would just wander off elsewhere. instead, she didn’t get a critique. she got an insult.
doe-eyes widen as she freezes up completely, paintbrush left still on the canvas as the man’s words sink in. a joke. a child’s painting. immediately, namine felt like crying, but she managed to pull it together as she slowly turned around to face the owner of the comment, her eyes glittering with a sort of depressing fear.
“w-w-what? why —- it’s —- it’s not —- w-w-why would you…say that?”
at least she had enough dignity left to ask a question.
The petite girl even looked like a child, and the way she spoke it didn’t help at all with her stuttering. He expected an angry reaction, to be told off by whoever the artist was, but no, he got a better reaction from someone who fit the perfect image of a child.
“Jeez, you even look like a child.” He spoke as a smirk spread across his face. A part of him was telling him to just leave it at that, but the girl did ask him a question, and it would be so wrong of him to not reply.
“I only speak the truth. We were asked to critique so I am. This work doesn’t have any life to it. It’s plain, dull, like if it was just done to get it over with. Done without a care in the world. You miss, missed the grand importance of art and are actually worse than a child, because even a child gives life to their silly family drawings.”
