6 - Drawing 90 [video/in person?]

[6toleadus]

[Have you ever drawn in the sand? Well, 6 hadn't before, but now he sure has and he's having way too much fun with it. In fact he's been running all around this little space outside of town scribbling all sorts of things and laughing with delight. The 'berry, though it's got a bit too much sand piled around it to catch everything, does record a

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[In person]

[fallen_empath]

Hey, wait! 6! It's only me!

[Peter frowns down at the pictures in the sand as they are slightly ruined by the wind, the sand grains blowing inward, filling the lines in.]

[In person]

[6toleadus]

[He's been dodging scorpions for a while now, can you blame him for being jumpy? But he didn't go far. In fact he's just hiding in the sand a little ways away to avoid one.]

Was mean small beast thing!

[fallen_empath]

[Peter nudges the scorpion with his telekinesis, and laughs as it skitters away as fast as its little legs will carry it.]

In New York City we didn't have scorpions, but we had big bumblebees. My mom always said, "If you don't bother it, it won't bother you."

What are all these pictures, 6?

[They're a bit ruined so he can't make them out very well.]

[6toleadus]

[He watches it go, still wary of the thing.]

Is beast. Beasts hunt small things.

[But ooh that is a good change of topic! He shakes sand off of himself and returns to where he had been before that little scare.]

Are fun! Can draw and not need paper.

[fallen_empath]

[Peter kneels down in the sand in order to get closer to 6, and takes his little hand with his index finger.]

I can't believe I didn't realize this before. These are pens! You are special!

[Peter touches the end of one of 6's fingers again, but no ink comes out. He just succeeds in poking himself again.]

Ow.

Draw something for me? Please?

[6toleadus]

[He knows what studying looks like, so he stays still and patient. Well, up until Peter pokes himself, then 6 flinches back a bit because even if it's just a little bit he still doesn't like it when anyone hurts.]

Okay!

[As if anyone could ever stop him from drawing. He hops over to a clear bit of sand and starts dragging his fingers across it in long, sweeping motions. It's so practiced, so much a part of himself, that he can't help but draw the source. But he doesn't even stop to look at that image before going on to something else. The thing that's been on his mind. It looks a bit like this place, only ... in chaos.]