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Post by Aritha Bianca Kairavi on Oct 29, 2009 23:55:48 GMT -5
She smiled back, "Oh, we're interesting alright. In our own quirky way. You know when Zeph sees a new sketch of a guy, he tends to run. Maybe because he's my usual male model."
She looked him up and down, leaning forward a little. "Though... you'd make an interesting subject. You are rather unique."
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Post by Angel Kapur on Oct 30, 2009 18:57:36 GMT -5
Angel's eyes widened a bit. "Really?"
"I- hmm." He glanced down at the rectangle-shaped thing in his hoodie and considered longer-term plans. "I would say that if you wanted, I could model for you, but tonight I have to find a book to read and write five pages about. Perhaps we could speak some other time."
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Post by Aritha Bianca Kairavi on Oct 30, 2009 19:20:03 GMT -5
She giggled, "I could sketch a picture of you right now from memory. Like I said, you are fairly unique in appearance. Maybe I could have something made for you the next time I see you around, if you like."
Her pencil found its way to the corner of her mouth as she chews on the eraser. Dark eyes took in Angel carefully, as if she was getting his measurements just by looking at him. Which she was.
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Post by Angel Kapur on Oct 30, 2009 19:27:16 GMT -5
He leaned back and stretched slowly before standing up, watching her eyes. He was not used to being the one stared at; it was a very strange feeling.
"I would appreciate that," he said softly, and gave Aritha a brief lopsided grin. "It was nice meeting you, Aritha; I hope your friend feels better."
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Post by Aritha Bianca Kairavi on Oct 30, 2009 19:30:58 GMT -5
Aritha smiled at him, "I hope so as well. I'll have something for you in a week probably. I have a few projects of my own, school and otherwise... I will be sure to catch you when I have something ready for you."
She grinned more, tapping her pencil on her fang. "Maybe even a picture that's meant to be used as a picture and not just to get ideas on paper. Good luck on your essay."
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Post by Angel Kapur on Oct 30, 2009 20:05:30 GMT -5
Angel pushed the chair back in and walked past Aritha to leave.
"Thanks."
That went well, he thought. Hopefully, there was enough time left that if this book was terrible, he could get another one. At least he had no reason to sleep tonight- or was likely to, if he went back to his dorm.
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