He huffed in amusement. "I don't mind showing you," he replied, a sardonic note in his voice. "It's the rest of the park who doesn't need to see it." He settled his legs taylor-style, before glancing over at her. Once again, his breath caught in his throat at the sight of her. "Perfect," he breathed, not meaning the pose at all.
But then he took a deep breath, pulling his brain back to the task at hand. Drawing. He unzipped his pencil bag, selecting a hard-leaded sketching pencil, as well as his gum eraser just in case, flipped his sketchbook to a clean page, and started outlining the major parts, that would eventually become her head, arms, torso, skirt and legs.
Gaze flicking to her momentarily before returning to the sketch, Steve didn't want her to get bored (no matter what she said, he couldn't imagine just watching him could be all that fun), so he pulled out a trick from his art school days, meant to keep the models relaxed and smiling, forgetting that they were holding a pose.
He started talking to her, telling stories. "I went to art school, y'know?" He added some wavy lines around the head circle, later to become her curling hair. "I told you, I was color blind back then, which, I could see some colors, but reds and greens and blues always confused me some. But I wanted to become a comic artist. A penciller; that's the one who actually draws all the artwork, before it goes to the inker, and then the colorist. At least, that's how it was back then." He added some lines to her skirt, where the folds would go. It wouldn't be a finished drawing, not right away, but he could go back and add in detail to the other parts later. Now he just needed a rough outline, so he could focus on getting her face.
"I spent a lot of my time at home, reading, and then making up stories for my favorite characters. I thought maybe, if I could get in good with some writers, make a name for myself, I could give them some of my ideas to add to their stories." He was always most comfortable like this, behind his sketchbook; his mind centered on what his pencil was putting on paper, and he could talk about himself in a way he found more difficult otherwise.
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But then he took a deep breath, pulling his brain back to the task at hand. Drawing. He unzipped his pencil bag, selecting a hard-leaded sketching pencil, as well as his gum eraser just in case, flipped his sketchbook to a clean page, and started outlining the major parts, that would eventually become her head, arms, torso, skirt and legs.
Gaze flicking to her momentarily before returning to the sketch, Steve didn't want her to get bored (no matter what she said, he couldn't imagine just watching him could be all that fun), so he pulled out a trick from his art school days, meant to keep the models relaxed and smiling, forgetting that they were holding a pose.
He started talking to her, telling stories. "I went to art school, y'know?" He added some wavy lines around the head circle, later to become her curling hair. "I told you, I was color blind back then, which, I could see some colors, but reds and greens and blues always confused me some. But I wanted to become a comic artist. A penciller; that's the one who actually draws all the artwork, before it goes to the inker, and then the colorist. At least, that's how it was back then." He added some lines to her skirt, where the folds would go. It wouldn't be a finished drawing, not right away, but he could go back and add in detail to the other parts later. Now he just needed a rough outline, so he could focus on getting her face.
"I spent a lot of my time at home, reading, and then making up stories for my favorite characters. I thought maybe, if I could get in good with some writers, make a name for myself, I could give them some of my ideas to add to their stories." He was always most comfortable like this, behind his sketchbook; his mind centered on what his pencil was putting on paper, and he could talk about himself in a way he found more difficult otherwise.