[ artist...eh. He'd call it amateur at best. It's just practice.
Still, it makes him blush. ]
Uh, yeah. Sure. [ It isn't far away either, stuffed under the bed,
and he gropes for it and hands it over, abandoning his pen in favor of his
whiskey glass. ]
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Well, I dunno about all that.
[ artist...eh. He'd call it amateur at best. It's just practice. Still, it makes him blush. ]
Uh, yeah. Sure. [ It isn't far away either, stuffed under the bed, and he gropes for it and hands it over, abandoning his pen in favor of his whiskey glass. ]