Noah let out a slow, but deliberately prolonged exhale that bordered on a quiet groan. âI dooo⊠but like⊠not like most people, I guess. One or two hits is enough for me. I canât overdo it cause itâll irritate my lungs and throat. Like, I prefer edibles. But I still smoke, like even a few hits counts!â He still had a small bong somewhere, even though it didnât get much use. Moving past the little bit of awkwardness on his behalf, he smiled when Danny said he sometimes had strawberry pipes made up, and gave his opinion on a peach shape. âSure! I imagine itâd look like a little ocarina or something. Not quite AS round as real peach, but still⊠you know, peachy, I suppose.â
As he photographed the pottery, he played around with the lighting, really getting into his work and oblivious to Danny observing him. He listened, however, and it made even more sense for Danny to be an artist. It ran in the family. âTen years is a pretty long time! Thatâs amazing,â he said. Once he was done with this set, he got up to grab the flowers, setting his camera down on the table and giving Danny a chance to swap out the pieces. The flowers were beautiful, and he fancied for a moment, what it would be like to receive them for no reason. Things like that only happened in cheesy movies, though, and never in real life. So he wasnât too invested in the thought.
Returning to the table with a few interesting blooms and some of the leaves that had shed off other stalks, he began to arrange them with the new colored vases Danny had set out. His sky blue gaze flickered up to Danny for a moment when the other thanked him, and Noah nodded softly. âYou donât have to thank me, I love doing this. Thank you for giving me a shot,â he said, smiling and feeling his ears growing a little warm. He looked back down at his camera, feeling a little shy all of a sudden. âSo um⊠Tell me about yourself, if thatâs okay. Like⊠what kind of movies are you into and stuff?â His gaze was still on the pottery and the photographs, although his thoughts began to wander more towards the artist himself.
âHey, sometimes a hit or two is all you really need,â Danny shrugged though that wasnât the case for him these days. He was too habitual of an indulger to get much out of a single hit but he didnât judge Noah any for it. After all he had asthma. Heâd probably judge him more if he didnât take his heath into consideration more and was an avid smoker.Â
âYou know Iâve never made an ocarina before,â he admitted. âI should sometime Iâd just need to figure out exactly where all the holes need to go and such,â he said shelving that idea for the next he wanted to look broadening his sculpting skill set.
Danny was enjoying watching the other artist work. Even though they created with completely different mediums there was still a base skillset amongst all âcreativesâ and he was enjoying seeing how Noahâs style and eye was mixing with his. He almost missed the otherâs question as he watched Noah bending over his vases to arrange the blooms. His eyes on the nibble fingers at work and absolutely not the figurative peach in the room. âHm?â Danny asked processing the question for a second. âI guess I like a lot of different films. I watch a lot of horror and psychological thrillers. Fantasy in general really,â he explained. He didnât care a whole lot about romantic comedies or realistic fiction. If he wanted that heâd rather go out and people watch. âWhat about yourself? What do you like to watch?â
