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[indwelt]

WHO: welt yang (indwelt) & kaveh (fussiest)
WHAT: art inspiration strikes at the strangest of times
WHERE: around town
WHEN: august
WARNINGS: n/a so far


[ For a week or so, all the free time is a blessing. Welt fills it to the brim each day, taking his time to explore as much of his newfound (and hopefully temporary) home as he can. All the various stores that line the streets, the statues that dot the city park, the subway lines that lead him back to the same spot every time.

After awhile though, it gets old. The same places, the same things, the same people....perfectly nice people, to be fair, but not the people he's grown to trust over the years, both the family he's made back on Earth as well as aboard the Express. The abrupt separation from the people closest to him - for the second time - leaves a pang in his heart, though he's quick to chase it away. No point in bemoaning what's already done. Better to look ahead, and to liven up his surroundings and routine—or so March would say, he's pretty sure. Why not take a page from her book, while he's here?

How did it go again? He can still hear her voice in his mind clear as day, ringing out through the air as she instructs him on exactly what to do. Lean forwarn just a little bit, with extra weight on his cane. Push his glasses up a touch, to reflect the light. And then tilt his head to the left....or wait— ]

Was it more to the left...?

[ Maybe a kind stranger passing through could offer up some suggestions as he stands there awkwardly in the city park.... ]

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[indwelt]

[ Ahem. Don't mind him as he nudges his glasses a bit further up his nose, the small movement meant to conceal the quick flush of embarrassment that passes through him. ]

That seems like far too much work for a single man alone. At least let me help you with the base layers.

[ Or wait. Is that arrogant, for a man to (help) paint his own self-portrait?? Maybe he ought to try a different approach. ]

Or we can consider a trade. I'll let you work on your painting, and you tell me about this Akademiya of yours. [ Because it really does sound right up his alley... ]

[fussiest]

[ the man adjusts his glasses. kaveh grins at the gesture. his head tilts; his earrings jangle like a flock of metallic birds. ]

Well, before we get into what I would call a business relationship, we ought to exchange something else first.

[ here, the hand that isn't holding up the sketchpad is extended out towards welt. kaveh beams. ] I'm Kaveh, an Architect - though that doesn't mean very much around these parts. Who is my collaborator?

[indwelt]

[ What a nice fellow. Polite, good-natured, and skilled with pencil and pen. There are worse people to start up (business) relationships with, that's for sure. Welt takes the hand offered to him with a ready smile, and gives it a firm shake. ]

Welt Yang. Traveler and jack-of-all trades. [ Live long enough and you end up dabbling a bit in everything, by choice or otherwise. ] Though I was an artist before that.

[ No harm in offering that tidbit up and establishing a little (more) common ground. ]

[fussiest]

[ kaveh's eyes gleam. ]

I had my suspicions, considering how easily you let me coerce you into modelling and how you offered to help with the base layers. [ the slow roll of kaveh's wrist is pleased, and transparently so. ] Ah, it's always refreshing to meet a fellow who understands artistic expression. What might be your medium of choice?