what's your motive? present feat @icarusty02
water sprouts from the fountain outside in the courtyard of the campus, akari seated neatly at the edge of it with her sketchbook. she likes to study people and wildlife on her downtime, giving her challenge to keep her lines and strokes neat on the paper. whiskey orbs flicker up from her paper to the few males before her playing some sort of game of cards at the bench not too far off in the distance.
eyes squint softly before they fall back onto the sketchbook, her hand fluid against the paper with each line. the brightness of the sun above makes it a little hard to concentrate or see, yet akari doesn't let it stop her. flicking some of her long hair back behind herself, she continues to work, brow furrowed intensely as she feels lost in the piece she's trying to create. the laughter and joy of the classmates jesting and teasing each other as they game is hopefully showcased upon the paper.
a few more fluid strokes hit the sketchbook before she notes another's presence suddenly near her. in fact, they're so close their shadow blots out the sun and overshadows the woman and her sketchbook. "you're in the way," her voice is laced with annoyance, eyes still concentrated though her pupils dilate from the shift of lighting around herself. when they don't bother to move, she waves her hand backwards, still not bothering to look up.
"can't you take a hint? i'm busy." now, there was almost a low octave hitting her tone, indicating if they didn't move akari was about to get in their face. the woman tries her best to continue on, noticing their presence is still there and now it's grated upon her nerves so much that she shoots them a death glare and takes note that it just happens to be dj.
"what the hell do you want?" her question snaps with bitterness and venom. she will still never forgive him for their group project and how it was his fault that they got a bad mark for it. if only he'd listened, she exaggerates an eyeroll in his direction. "seriously, of all people? i'm giving you thirty seconds to explain yourself and then i'm shoving you into this fountain if you continue to block my sunlight." that was a promise on her end, her pencil then taps rapidly against her sketchbook in anger from his presence just being in her vacinity.