⚜ Starter for @satyrisms
“Give me your honest opinion,” Carter says, holding up the canvas. It was a painting of a surreal landscape, attempting to take inspiration from Dalí… But not quite hitting the mark. Everything was a bit too sharp. The realism overtaking the surrealism. Sure, all the components were there. A boombox with a human mouth, wrenched open and screaming. But instead of words coming out, it’s crows. Which probably wouldn’t be a pleasant song at all, though there were people happily dancing as if it were.
“This shit is not for me… And I have to show it off at the review tomorrow. So don’t hold back. It ain’t like I got thin skin,” He hadn’t known Naoto that well. They were taking the same class though, and it seemed they both found themselves putting the finishing touches on their pieces in the studio before the weekend ended. “Not like I got a lot of time to do anything about it… But…” He shrugs.
Carter looked angry and exhausted, resting bitch face being his default. Tired from making the mistake of partying the night before… Pissed that he was always getting in his own way… What the fuck was his problem? Oh right. The perceived expectations from his shitty friends.
