“heh, sorry.”
so strongly in her own little world, sage had no idea whether her unknowing subject had been giving her odd looks for seconds, or minutes. she put on one of her sheepish grins and turned around the sketchpad that was in her hands, showing them her current work in progress-- with them as the model. “i’m just drawing. i’m not being a creeper or anything, promise.” though for some, the two weren’t mutually exclusive. “you just have a really nice stance? or ah, posture, something..? you can keep it when i’m done, if you want to.”











