@th3adapt0r continued from here
“Hmm, can’t say I’ve ever really thought about it that much. What is this supposed to be anyway?”
The art piece in question was definitely somewhat abstract, Charlie wasn’t that uneducated. Her father had made them meticulously study various artists over the years, not that Charlie really paid much focus to it. It had kind of made her resent art a little, yet another association with her father.
Besides it wasn’t like she was here to admire the art, she was working. Her client was some fancy art dealer who was getting paranoid in his old age and hired her to watch his back. The case had caught her interest however, that and the pay check would help build her savings back up again. She’d had to dip into them to bail her idiot brother out of jail last month, so the money would be more than welcome right now.
"I’m no expert but I think it’s a....vulva.” Sure enough, the way the paint is spun into a oblong shape and, yeah, he’s pretty sure. The dhampir takes it in, though, somewhat baffled and unsure what to really think. Art sure is a thing, and not something he ever got into, nor does he particularly enjoy staring at layers of acrylics for hours and hours.
“Well, I mean, if you were like, an eight year old, would you come to that conclusion?” What an odd question to ask. “I’m trying to find things to take my class to when school starts again. I didn’t realize field trips take so much energy and time to plan and I don’t want them traumatized.”
He’s friendly and quite chipper, there hasn’t been a moment since he walked into this gallery that he didn’t have a big stupid smile on his face.
“Sorry, I kinda ramble sometimes when I’m excited, I don’t mean to like, put you on the spot or bother you. I’m James. Do you work here?” He offers a hand, one that has some suspiciously sharp nails.
