The familiarity of the “usual booth” isn’t as strong for her, but she’s only lived in Domino City for about half a year now, and even being here on her own for that long, it’s still a little tough to shake the feeling of being just The Designated Kid Sister when she’s among her brother’s friends. Not that any of them have ever done anything to make her feel that…she’s pretty sure it’s all her, and it’s not going away anytime soon.
The wild hair gets pulled into a scrunchie.
“Oh, on the sidewalk? That was just for fun. Me and the other BFA kids have had this challenge going on for a while. Every week, a different one of us does a chalk mural outside the dining hall. Sometimes there’s a theme, but it’s usually a free-for-all. Here’s what I got so far. I should be able to finish it after lunch tomorrow. Chalk sticks are really big, so I think they’re great for Impressionist stuff.”
She shows him her phone. Her chalk mural looks a little like a Monet, but in neon. It’s not really clear what the subject is, but it could be her angle.
There were a lot of things that Honda was good at, he absolutely knew that, but art was not and never would be one of them. Hand him a pencil, a paintbrush, anything and he knew he’d just wind up staring at you blankly before maybe making… a stick figure.
Give him something with working parts, gears and levels, and he could tear it apart and put it back together without breaking a sweat. It was technical and logical and that was easy. Make him have to think creatively and that…. that was fine too but. Making something out of nothing?
The picture looked nice, but he was no art critique. Any judge of skill wasn’t something he could do, but he did nod in appreciation. And… also in a slight lack of understanding. “So you guys just take turns doing all that for… fun? And it doesn’t even stick?”
Chalk art, right? That meant it was meant to be washed away and erased.
“Man. That’s a lot of work to just… keep on doing it over and over again.”
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