Mar 4, 2016
"What are you looking at?"
"nothing...” he answered quietly. oh so his plan of taking pictures of students didn’t always work. some people rejected the idea completely (even if mafia always showed the pictures to them, for approval) and it got to the point where some students straight up ran away from him. yeah, he had this habit to polaroid every single fucking thing but sometimes he finds that kind of face that makes his brain click and he can see flashes of paintings, charcoal drawings, watercolors, photos, with that same face.
he put his sketchbook down, resting the pencil on his ear. reminder to work on his stealth skills. “it’s just... you look like a bird.” oh his head that sounded like a compliment, swear to god.
