Dark, I know you play Cello and listen to classical music. But one thing I do not know is if you draw or paint! I think the idea of Naga posing for you to draw her is adorable.
Dark gave a forlorning sigh and shrugged his shoulders, the action raising the length of his arms before dropping them down against the desk again with a gentle thud. He was, otherwise, motionless.
“I wish I was as talented as others within the community. It is my pride to be an avid lover of all things art, music and drawing and editations and whatever other forms it may present itself in. But alas, I am unable to do it myself. I edit, occasionally, but they are not up to par with other stellar creations I have seen. I have not even dared attempt to doodle. Goodness knows it would appear much like a newborn’s crazed marks. Naga would more than likely possess more artistic abilities than even myself.”
That seemed to stir Naga’s attention, and the black tip of her elongated body flickered in what could possibly be described as amusement. The crest of her head wiggled from her listening place. Yes, she was most likely very amused indeed.
