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[ of course, as it turns out, the one thing that she's forgotten to mention to lyssa was the fact that she didn't really have a convenient method of transportation. all she'd asked for the location & time, thinking that would have been enough. of course it hadn't been.

... oh well.

hooking her small messenger bag-slash-purse on her shoulder, she bids her dad goodbye after reassuring him that she'll be back by ten (yes, yes, don't worry, just the mall--). & promptly feels glad that she left two hours before the time she's supposed to meet lyssa 'cause she just missed the bus & the next one won't be arriving for another half-hour. she settles down, pews & waits. long story short (after she subtracts the bus ride & all the weird things her hair is doing in the humidity), she manages to get to the mall in once piece: none of her organs are missing, her dress isn't ripped up, & no one had shoved her head down a toilet. day's pretty good so far (where's wood to knock on when she needed some?). 'cept the fact that she's probably a few minutes late, but--

... oh well.

she'll apologize to lyssa as soon as she can find him. ]

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[ sticks his nose up in the air. ]

I am too busy being popular at school for that. Keep my number for a few more years, if only to ask me to fund the project after I am rich and famous.

[ the corner of his lips tip up a bit, but he still doesn't look away from his sketch. ]

Tedious. Just mail me your business card later.

[ flips the page to another one that he has bookmarked with a finger, humming a bit. ]

If I don't find someone better in the near future, maybe.

[ always a possibility. gives a shrug & then rests the pencil tip against the paper as he rests for a moment. ]

Sure. That's fair.

[ keeps his eyes on the sketchbook even as he reaches over to pat at whatever he makes contact with first on nick's body. ]

Don't worry, you're still my favorite for now.

[ allows it, choosing to ignore the condescension in favour of watching the lines draw themselves in his head. ]

I'm appeased.

[ blinks when he doesn't hear the usual scribbling being continued, finally turning to look at him. ]

Not inspired anymore?

[ gives the page a tap, blinking away from the imaginary lines to glance at lyssa for the first time since he's gotten started. ]

You know that's never the problem.

[ looks elsewhere in brief thought. then beams, holding out both of his hands towards nick. ]

Give me your hand.

[ reluctance is a physical thing on his face. that is: i don't wanna. (what is he, a kid?)

slowly puts the pencil down to reach across to place his right hand in between lyssa's. ]

Anything else, your majesty?

[ wiggles to sit more upright, beginning a slow, light massage on the hand. eyes are on his work, concentrating even as he speaks: ]

My mom used to do this for me when my hand would hurt after drawing for so many hours. It might not take the pain away completely, but it'll help.

[ the muscles are still stiff & uncompromising under the massage, but it does help. at least with the ache, which is half the problem. twitches each of his fingers as lyssa does his thing, shoulders relaxing while he leans back against the headboard even further.

mind your manners. (be quiet, sis.) ]

Thanks.

[ nods absently as he continues his work, the only sound coming from his mouth throughout the duration of the massage is some humming and light singing (probably from some show he watched with amanda). five, ten, fifteen minutes pass by before he's satisfied enough. lets go only after he reaches over to quickly kiss a knuckle. ]

There, good as new!

[ he really hoped that wasn't my little pony coming out of lyssa's mouth. his niece watches that.

eyes pop back open (don't know when he closed them) at the kiss. he pulls the hand back, his fingers brushing against lyssa's cheek as they pass by. then he's inspecting his hand as if it's a foreign thing, curling his fingers. well, the fact that that's possible is an improvement. (sometimes this just felt like plain ol' arthritis rather than his spine & muscles refusing to cooperate with his brain.) ]

Not quite, but passable. [ picks up his pencil again & gives lyssa a nudge with a foot. ] Bring your sketchbook. You can watch and sketch at the same time.

[ scoots closer to him, if only so he can simultaneously squirm himself lower onto the bed so he can push his face into nick's side. curls up like a cat, yawning a little. ]

I would, but my legs don't work very well right now. You should get it for me instead.

[ puts his left hand in lyssa's hair & just lets it rest there. ]

Nevermind then. Just go to sleep.

[ closes his eyes, fully awake despite how calm his voice sounds. ]

But I want to draw you.

[ an eyebrow goes up. glances down at him. ]

Can't do that from memory?

[ cracks an eye open to look up at him. ]

It's not the same. Sketching from memory makes everything look stiff and unreal. I enjoy capturing the way someone looks in real-life time.

Personal preference. [ since he preferred memory-work & adding little imaginary details -- but again. personal preference.

removes his hand from lyssa's head to flip to the last page in his current sketchbook. taps lyssa's temple with his pencil. ]

Draw here, then.

[ smile widens across his face, quickly sitting up to take the sketchbook and pencil. after he gets into a comfortable position again: ]

And what will you do while I'm making you as immortal as a god?

[ rolls his shoulders a little. ]

Be your model and [ draw in his head-- ] rest my hand.

[ seems satisfied with that response well enough that he starts on his work, not even bothering on doodling quick warmup sketches, just diving right into drawing a light sketch to get the proportions down right. it only takes him a minute, wanting to use most of his time by doing a proper and clean piece. again he hums a tune to fill the silence (and it's not my little pony this time, honest) but he's mostly focusing on his work.

but he's a perfectionist (even more so when he's drawing someone he's familiar with) so it takes longer than usual, careful in making every single strand of hair on nick's head look exactly how it is at that very moment; it's now that he's thankful that nick can sit still relatively well.

sighs lightly once he's finished looking over the drawing a few times, feeling distinctly proud. glances up at nick when he's certain that he's finished, changing positions so he can show him. ]

[ he's all but fallen asleep by the end of it though, head bobbing up & down as he dazes. the designs & details are all mapped out in his head so he's run out of things to think about (well, not really, but things that he wants to think about?) half-way through. so he twitches in surprise when movement from his side jolts him awake, needing to blink a little to clear his head.

glances down at the piece, taking the sketchbook to inspect it straight-up rather than at an angle. a few minutes later, he finally nods. ]

Looks good. You want to keep it?

[ raises an eyebrow as he lays back down, voice playful. ]

Do you want to keep a drawing of yourself?