Room 201, Thursday Early Evening

[wannabe_pan]

Andrew was giddy. He was done with his classes and he had tickets for prom.

To celebrate and unwind, he pulled out his airbrush set and set about trying to capture the glory of the Protector on canvas.

[ooc: door and post open!]

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[new_to_liirness]

Liir wandered in from his various activities... and passed out on the bed. After a second, though, it appeared as though he hadn't passed out so much as simply flopped.

[wannabe_pan]

Andrew smiled down at his boyfriend as he took a moment to switch out the paint colors on his airbrush. "Rough day?" he asked, clearing out the spray nozzle on a rag.

[new_to_liirness]

"Long. And my last final. And I still haven't figured out what I'm making for Karal tomorrow and it slipped my mind to go apologize to Millie for missing work last week and I think if I read another word on the nature of magical reality my head is going to fall in on itself."

Nevertheless, he dragged his bag up onto the bed and pulled the book he'd been working through out.

"I'm just glad I already have a suit for the dance."

[wannabe_pan]

"I picked up the tickets!" Andrew chimed in. "So we're official."

He frowned at his artistic endeavor, obviously not pleased with something. A few quick passes with the airbrush solved the problem.

[new_to_liirness]

"That's good," he said, cracking open the book again and rubbing at his nose. He took a moment to glance up at Andrew's work.

"That's rather interesting," he said thoughtfully. "And it looks very well done. I didn't know you were an artist."

[wannabe_pan]

"It's just a hobby," Andrew said with a shrug. It was, in fact, freakishly realistic.

"I'll make you something if you want," he added brightly. "Maybe I can do your portrait." He set down the brush and framed Liir using his thumbs and forefingers.

[new_to_liirness]

He blinked at the odd fingershape.

"If you want. I wouldn't mind. I'm sure there are much more interesting things to paint, though."

He smiled at Andrew once, warmly, before turning back to his book. Ugh. Churning as opposed to wobbling as opposed to weaving. Ugh ugh ugh. How was he ever going to keep any of this straight?

[wannabe_pan]

Andrew frowned at Liir, walked over to the bed, and flopped down next to his boyfriend. "I think you would be fascinating to paint," he said, a little defensively.

[new_to_liirness]

He looked up from his book and grinned at Andrew.

"If you say so. You'd know better than I would," he pointed out as he leaned over and kiss Andrew's cheek. Andrew knew better.

His eyes closed as he ducked his head against Andrew's shoulder and dozed for a second. He snapped out of it after a second, but stayed there. Mmm... Andrew.

[wannabe_pan]

Andrew's frown deepened and he reached up to flick Liir's forehead. "You really need to stop saying stuff like that," he said seriously.

[new_to_liirness]

He startled at the flick before blinking rapidly in confusion.

"Saying what?"

What had he done wrong?

[wannabe_pan]

"You know, stuff like how you're not that interesting or that I would know better about something or, well, yeah." Andrew crossed his arms.

"I mean, I think you're the best and it just upsets me that you don't seem to get that."

[new_to_liirness]

"I don't know anything about art," he pointed out carefully. "And you do, of course, know a lot more things than I do. Especially about this sort of world."

It was answering the comment without really answering the comment, something he was very good at and always had been. It was honest without telling the truth, frank without saying anything.

He did it to himself all the time.

"I get that you like me, that you love me. I'd have to be far more oblivious not to know that. I promise."

[wannabe_pan]

"You..." He decided not to finish the statement, bottled it up instead.

Andrew stood up and walked back to his canvas.

[new_to_liirness]

He considered putting it aside as well before he shook his head, closed his book, and sat up.

"No, what? What is it? What did I do? What did I say?"

[wannabe_pan]

Andrew didn't say anything right away, taking his time and adding a few quick airbrush strokes to the piece.

"You're too hard on yourself," he said finally, not looking at Liir. "You don't give yourself enough credit."