She blinked a few times, snapping out of her focus. "Hmm? Oh, I suppose. I have my sketchbook with me actually." She dug through her bag, pulling out a sketchbook and pencil. She flipped to a new page, relaxed into her drawing position, and fell back into her focus, pulling her pencil across the page.
“I was joking but is this happening?”
She didn't answer, too busy concentrating on getting the shading right to hear.
“Okay,” he sighed and settled back into his distracted state of ceiling staring.
She smiled a little, there was the perfect picture again. She worked quickly but that didn't decrease the quality of it. There was no line out of place and she was focused on perfecting her shadows and shading.
Everything was how it was before including his foot that shook the couch.
She maneuvered carefully and pinned his ankles down with her own to stop the shaking. It would mess up her lines.
"Many many things?"
“Many many many things in fact. But they don’t result in sleeping and the lights are being bright today,”
"What would they result in?"
Instead his hand tapped against his leg, he needed the movement.
"Many many things?"
“Many many many things in fact. But they don’t result in sleeping and the lights are being bright today,”
"What would they result in?"
“Depends on which one… there are many options,”
She bit her lip softly as she worked on intensifying her shadows. This had to be perfect, she wouldn't let such a beautiful image go to waste because of her terrible skills.
"How many?"
"How many?"
He screamed into her shoulder.
She bit her lip softly as she worked on intensifying her shadows. This had to be perfect, she wouldn't let such a beautiful image go to waste because of her terrible skills.
Is she done? What was she doing? Drawing. Oh yeah. Bears. Beats. Battle star galactica.
"What the Fuck?"
She dropped her pencil on the page, pulling out her favorite pen to start doing the inking. Then, my favorite part, color!
"What the Fuck?"
“They’re the same picture,”
She dropped her pencil on the page, pulling out her favorite pen to start doing the inking. Then, my favorite part, color!
“Can I breathe?” His voice sounded strained like he hadn’t been breathing this entire time.
"I don't know why you have to ask, of course." Her voice was soft, coated in concentration as she let her pen follow the rough pencil lines.
"What's the same picture?"
"I don't know why you have to ask, of course." Her voice was soft, coated in concentration as she let her pen follow the rough pencil lines.
He gasped for air, “Thanks love,”
"What's the same picture?"
“The office.”
She smiled a little, growing closer to the page to focus on the smaller details.
"……what?"
She smiled a little, growing closer to the page to focus on the smaller details.
It was honestly a miracle he hadn’t moved his head st his point.
"……what?"
“The show… I take it you’ve never seen the office,”
She was so close to the book her nose was practically touching the paper. She was barely even breathing.
"Never," Lillian responded, "I've heard of it though."
She was so close to the book her nose was practically touching the paper. She was barely even breathing.
“How can you see like that?”
"Never," Lillian responded, "I've heard of it though."
“Ahhhhhhhhhh kkkkkkk,” he whispered, “We should do something or sleep,”
"I like sleep, let's sleep," Lillian yawned.