Dominic Chambers (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} knowhow) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
Dominic nodded. He loved his job too - hence why he kept doing things for free for friends and friends-of-friends and even Luna, who he didn't know that well on hi own but was the friend of a friend of a friend. "Guess we're lucky, then. A lot of people hate working." Not that many of his friends, fortunately, but a lot of his clients, some of whom clearly resented having to spend money on his services to make a business they didn't really care about profitable.
He turned back to his unfinished sketch, frowning at the cartoony looking wings. He leaned in, trying to make the tips pointier instead of being rounded, but if anything that made it worse. "Maybe I should leave the art to you two and just take photos," he said, laughing. He had brought his camera, but he didn't intent to give in as easily as all that. He glanced over at Luna, watching as she went straight for the paint without any kind of outline. He definitely didn't have that kind of confidence, but then he hadn't painted artistically since he was in primary school. "Have at, Dean," he encouraged, gesturing at the wall. "Unless there's anything else you need?"