April Foster (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} faerietalegirl) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} utr_logs, |
April frowned for a moment, processing his offer, and then flushed a bit when she figured it out. "I... may take you up on that, once I've got enough on this one to work without my model sitting here," she said, and ducked her head a little so that her hair fell across her face. It was an unconscious move, since Mephisto couldn't see her flushing, or ducking her head.
She settled into a comfortable silence as she drew, without anything to add to their previous topic of conversation. She shifted a bit to get more comfortable, switched a pencil out for one of the sharper ones she'd stuck in her hair, and just... drew.
It was more relaxing than she would've expected, having a model. No, having Mephisto as a model. No other model would've been quite like him, in many ways, not all of them pertaining to her art.