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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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[ 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?

Hmm. . . [ looks down at it again. ] Touch up the shading and I might be tempted.

[ pouts and takes the sketchbook from him even as he says: ]

But you moved already...

[ raises his hand to flick his nose lightly. ]

Not that much. And the light source hasn't changed.

[ sniffs at that, reaching up to rub at his nose before getting to work again. mumbles a little. ]

You still moved...

[ snorts in response, half-amused. ]

Quit that. This isn't a science.

[ hums in consideration, twirling the pencil in hand as he stares at the drawing. once he gets back to work: ]

Are you sure about that? Art and science both require a lot of fundamental rules to achieve success. I believe everything is art, but everything is equally a science as well.

[ nods in agreement, but-- ]

Sure. But at the basics, every equally broad subjects can claim as much. [ pretty much amounting to saying 'everything is everything'. ] Which is why we talk in specifics. Like shading.

Sure, but shading comes from the light hitting your body, right? And light has a scientific basis behind it, as well as a person's body structure that will contour a frame in a very specific way. Even in art you have to take classes to learn about the human body, right? I remember having to learn about every single bone and muscle and why they can twist and turn in certain ways... [ trails off briefly so he can concentrate on fixing one part. after that's done: ] It was hard, but also quite fascinating. Likewise when being taught about other specifics when I decided to go into the fashion industry. When learning about drapery, I had to be aware of why it was draping a certain way. Fabrics have different weights, which in turn designates exactly where it should fall in certain places. I also had to learn how the fabrics were made, and the science behind getting certain colors if they weren't natural.

[ when he finishes he beams down at the sketchbook, turning his attention back to nick. lifts the sketchbook to hand it over. ]

What I initially meant was that art is a science in its own way, and we can view science as being as artistic and beautiful that we feels so inspired to create something from it. If anything, I admire science and the creation of humankind every time I create something new. Life is my greatest muse of all.

[ he's long since mastered the skill of listening while staring off into space & that's exactly what he's doing. as usual, he manages to retain, process & remember what lyssa's saying. there's more words running through his mind than how many make it out of his mouth by far, but-- well. that's ~~moo~~ him being him. ]

You're not the first to make such observations. [ meaning the whole spiel is something he's also thought about in short passing (& generally agrees with), but thinking beyond the herd is only useful when it's applicable. this? not so much. ] But my point lay in utility. Stopping to tie each facet into both art and science while in practice [ of either art or science ] is not being thoughtful. It's wasteful. [ which is the same reason as to why people weren't built to consciously consider their breathing & heartbeats. but, anyway.

takes the sketchbook back & uses the pad of his thumb to spread the shades more around certain areas, but otherwise? looks good to him. ]

[ curls up again while listening, watching him intently. after a moment of consideration he smiles again. ]

I think if my dad wouldn't automatically know that you were sleeping with me, he'd enjoy a nice discussion with you.

[ ... he doesn't even want to know how lyssa's dad would 'automatically' know anything. ]

Is he as verbose?

[ shrugs a bit, scooting closer to nick so he can press up against him and leech off his warmth. ]

Depends on the topic, I guess.

[ allows this while flipping the sketchbook back to the design he'd been working on to finish it up. even getting a rough would be a victory. ]

His favourites?

Classic literature, mostly. Politics, philosophies... he can do smalltalk really well, too!

That's a given. Socialite, isn't he? [ born & bred? the topics of interest seem pretty standard for a socialite too. ]

That's a secret that'll cost you one omelet and two pieces of toast.

[ snorts & sketches on a few sharp strokes. then a few more when he misses his mark. ]

On top of the Pizza and Thai?

[ gently headbutts nick's side, burying his face into it. ]

Not unless you're going to order it soon.

[ gently balances the sketchbook on his knee & thigh so that he can keep sketching while dropping his other hand onto lyssa's hair again. ]

Something for the next time you're over. So that'd depend.

Okay, then, I'll come over tomorrow!

[ gives him a light whap to the temple. ]

I'll be busy. Soonest is day after.

[ lower lip juts out at the whap, butting his head against him again in retaliation. ]

But I'll be lonely.

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