[ Petre hadn't, somehow. More to do with jealousy probably than sparing Steve's pride, quite undoubtedly. At least from the look on her face, it comes as a surprise. ]
You draw? [ Bubbling with it. ] Can I see? What do you draw with? [ Babbling like she does - twenty questions at once until she realises she hasn't answered his. ] Yes, of course, I can right now, if you like?
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[ The deluge of questions has him blinking as his brain catches up. ]
Oh, yeah - [ He turns to the desk, moving out of the way to pull out a sketchbook and charcoal pencil. ] Mostly this, but I did painting back home. Mostly posters and stuff like that. [ All for local businesses, nothing too impressive. He glances over at her, holding th sketchbook close for a moment before offering it over. ] Here.
[ He'll take a step back if she takes it, shoving his hands in his pockets. There's a few sketches of her in there, some of Ilde, Bucky and Sam too in between Concordian cityscapes. The latter appears to be done from reference, while the portraits all have much less detail. ]
[ She's so very eager, as she takes the book, stepping into the room and walking that little bit further in her ridiculous dress. Smiling as she turns over each page, careful, slowly. She admires each thing in turn. ]
It's beautiful, you're so talented. [ Stops, on one of Sam, smiling as she traces the line of his hair, then stops again at Ilde, tracing her cheek. Something so special to it in how he makes those lines, the shapes and shades. How he sees the world, somewhat, in it. ] You draw a lot, huh? I wish I could see the other things you did. [ Looks up at him, smiling again. ] They're really, really good.
[ Art was work - if he were a proper artist he'd probably be doing more in his spare time. These days it's closer to hobby, or a record of their time. It's all sketchy lines to him after staring at them too long, half finished impressions and cartoonish angles from not sitting and staring straight at the paper. ]
Thanks. [ He can't help smiling back at her, though he glances down after that, his head tilting. ] Did you - do you have time to sit now?
[ When he'd blurted out the offer and she'd accepted. ]
[ IT PROBABLY EXISTS ON PANDORA, BUT EVERYONE GOT EATEN BY CANNIBALS AT THE END INSTEAD. ]
Right, okay.
[ She goes to the bed, though her intentions are innocent. Mostly because the dress takes up too much space, and it's easier to settle on the bed in a way that's comfortable to her with it. She gathers up the skirts again and sits on the edge to push herself back so she can curl her legs under her. Fussing for a second, before she looks up at him. Her hands settled in her lap, her skirts draped to the side. ] Is this okay?
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You draw? [ Bubbling with it. ] Can I see? What do you draw with? [ Babbling like she does - twenty questions at once until she realises she hasn't answered his. ] Yes, of course, I can right now, if you like?
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Oh, yeah - [ He turns to the desk, moving out of the way to pull out a sketchbook and charcoal pencil. ] Mostly this, but I did painting back home. Mostly posters and stuff like that. [ All for local businesses, nothing too impressive. He glances over at her, holding th sketchbook close for a moment before offering it over. ] Here.
[ He'll take a step back if she takes it, shoving his hands in his pockets. There's a few sketches of her in there, some of Ilde, Bucky and Sam too in between Concordian cityscapes. The latter appears to be done from reference, while the portraits all have much less detail. ]
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It's beautiful, you're so talented. [ Stops, on one of Sam, smiling as she traces the line of his hair, then stops again at Ilde, tracing her cheek. Something so special to it in how he makes those lines, the shapes and shades. How he sees the world, somewhat, in it. ] You draw a lot, huh? I wish I could see the other things you did. [ Looks up at him, smiling again. ] They're really, really good.
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Thanks. [ He can't help smiling back at her, though he glances down after that, his head tilting. ] Did you - do you have time to sit now?
[ When he'd blurted out the offer and she'd accepted. ]
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[ What does it entail??? Is this going to be that scene from the Titanic??? ]
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GOOD THING NEITHER OF THEM HAVE SEEN THAT?He's quick to shake his head. ]No - only thing you gotta do is sit, however you're most comfortable. [ Bed, chair - he moves out of the way. ]
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IT PROBABLY EXISTS ON PANDORA, BUT EVERYONE GOT EATEN BY CANNIBALS AT THE END INSTEAD.]Right, okay.
[ She goes to the bed, though her intentions are innocent. Mostly because the dress takes up too much space, and it's easier to settle on the bed in a way that's comfortable to her with it. She gathers up the skirts again and sits on the edge to push herself back so she can curl her legs under her. Fussing for a second, before she looks up at him. Her hands settled in her lap, her skirts draped to the side. ] Is this okay?
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Yeah - [ glancing up again before he sits down, eyebrows raised ] - you sure you won't wrinkle your dress?