SEA FOAM —— THE SMALLEST DETAIL, especially in the grand scheme of today’s sketch ( the sunset being the main attraction ), but he’s been focused on getting it right for the past twenty minutes. eraser tugged between his thumb and index finger, it seems like it’s seen far more of the paper’s surface than the pencil has, but he can’t seem to find a technique that he’s content with. it’s all for practice, anyway ; the main pieces he’s supposed to be working on are propped up somewhere at his flat, half - finished and silently beckoning him back. yet, here he is, just a few feet away from the water of the beach, dressed in pants and a white tank top that are both littered in sand now, showing no signs of moving anytime soon. his eyebrows are furrowed in concentration, eyes barely blinking until someone’s figure casts a shadow on his work. instinctively, he looks up and watches them get out of the water, finally getting to see something other than blue waters and off - white paper. he blinks towards them quite shamelessly, unaware of the fact that he must look like a creep. as the other approaches, rom looks down to rub at his eyes, but his voice is loud enough to carry over to them. “ how’s the water? ” he asks curiously as they draw nearer to him. “ looks warm. ”