Week 21: Tuesday Who: Kin and Sasha When: After classes Where: A studio in the art room What: Trying to get the hang of drawing portraits
Ah, nervousness.
No. No. No. Being nervous would cause a lot of things to go wrong. And what was he nervous about? Oh, right, doing this whole portrait thing. Or maybe it could be because of whatever Sasha wanted. Yeah, blame it on that! No. That would be rude, blaming the problem on something that wasn't really bothering him right now. She said she could sit still, so, that wasn't what was making his body shake every so often. Maybe it was screwing the image up and having to face a frown once he peeked around the canvas.
Yeah, that was it. He nailed it on the head with perfect timing.
Kin let out a soft little sigh as the light was switched on. Thankfully there even was an open studio, he'd feel worse doing this in the own privacy of his room! Plus the fumes. Can't forget about the fumes. He looked up toward the nearest clock, letting out another sigh in the pause of his setting up. Good thing he came a little early before she appeared. Though, it wouldn't surprise him much if she was here earlier than him. Sasha striked him as an early bird, arrive early, and get things done that needed to be done. But then again, he always had a thing for judging people before really getting to know them. Bad habit, but it really couldn't be helped; even if he said to himself he never does it.
Everything was set up before he glanced at the clock again. She should be here soon, he thought to himself. The butterflies of nervousness floating about his stomach made him groan, patting at it through his shirt as he plopped down upon the stool in front of the big canvas. Why did he go for the biggest one again? Oh, right, he wanted to make this perfect and beautiful. Kin was slowly developing doubt about himself. Don't worry, it always happens on his part.