It wasn’t unusual for Nathanaël to be found on a bench in the corner of the gymnasium during breaks, legs tucked under himself with a sketchbook balanced on his knee. Maybe it wasn’t the first place one would expect to find the aspiring artist, given his normal aversion to social conversation of the Chloe kind as well as his reluctance for public participation in sports, but there as reason for this seeming madness: the gym was actually a really good place for doing figure studies. Most of his classmates utilized its central location as a hangout and so he had a pool of inspiration to chose from that was diverse as they were.
Which was especially helpful when he was trying to figure out how to draw the villains for his newest comic book inspirations: Ladybug versus the evilized denizens of Paris. He was still working on the title but it got the idea across for the moment at least. And before anyone asked he did in fact have a very hard time not basing all of the villains on Chloe. He tried not to think too badly about people without reason but dieu the blonde made it hard sometimes.
Anyway, he was currently the middle of sketching out an intense fight scene between Ladybug and Lady Wifi-a favorite of his to draw due to the convenience he had in basing her hair off of Alya’s. And since he was more or less basing Ladybug’s appearance off of Marinette (who he had long since decided needed no sort of saving) it was really a two in one deal as far as looking for a reference considering they were almost always together. Yes, this fight scene was coming together quite nicely, even if
His pencil danced over the page, moving with a ease that only came when he was caught in a sudden urge of inspiration. This was perfect! With the way the lead was flowing he was sure to get this page done before the end of the break, and then he could move on to inking it next. Unless, of course, his pencil decided to suddenly launch itself from his fingers in an unexpected escape attempt. Guess he had a bit too much inspiration.
“Ah-dang it!” The redhead made a great show of trying to catch the flying writing utensil, juggling it on his fingertips as he reached after it. As he leaned forward his sketchbook decided that it too had had enough being drawn on today and likewise followed suit, urged on by its owner’s franctic movements to go sliding off of his lap and across the shiny floor, pages of course perfectly open for everyone to see. (For an artist who hated people seeing his unfinished work Nathanaël really couldn’t seem to keep his dang drawings to himself.)
The sight of his notebook laying there, exposed and open for anyone to see, all but threw him into a panic, and he made to quickly rise from his seat to reclaim it before such an unthinkable thing happened. Only in his haste he just happened to forget to untangle himself first and as such ended up sprawled on the floor along with his belongings with a rather ungraceful thud. Well, if people weren’t looking before they were now.
