& .・゜ dear , @liqhtbeamed
her eyes kept shifting from her muse to her sketchbook. some might it call it creepy to be creepy but from an artist's standpoint, it was normal. besides, it wasn't like anyone was going to see the sketch. it was most likely to stay on the page of her book where all the rest are. hearing the ping from her cellphone she realizes that a class of hers is going to start soon she begins packing up her belongings. the last thing she collects is her sketchbook and turns around only to come colliding with something or rather someone. everything including her book collapses out of her hand. she pays no mind to it instead muttering out apologies only to realize who it was she bumped into. when she looks down she sees her book is opened and it's opened onto the page with their face on. without even having to look into a mirror she's positive she's a bright shade of red on the face. “ i can explain this. ”







