[pcs] babo kim

[unanswering]

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[oathic]

[... huh. that's odd.

meanwhile, nhs is probably getting mild confusion, followed by excitement.]

Oh? You got paints?

[unanswering]

I... I did, yes!

[the confusion is matched, because what? what is that. that wasn't his excitement...

he gestures to the paints, though!]

Not quite what I'm used to, but I believe I can make them work.

[oathic]

That's great news! I'm sure you'll be able to do it.

[unanswering]

Well, we'll see. I'll have to test on darker fabric...

[he definitely looks chill enough, but the wariness is not going anywhere even as he tests a couple more brush strokes. it looks like he's working on a small bird.]

[oathic]

[... this is strange. babo kim is definitely not particularly afraid of nhs, of all people, so why does he feel like this?

either way, babo kim will watch him, if nhs doesn't mind.]

[unanswering]

[he doesn't seem to mind at all, really-- he keeps painting, with the occasional little hum as he considers the next color or stroke.]

You said you were an artist, didn't you-? What do you usually work on?

[oathic]

Oh, a bit of everything...

[unanswering]

What's your favorite, then?

[oathic]

Drawing, I guess. It's pretty fun.

[unanswering]

Well, if you're staying for a bit, then...

[he pulls out a sheet of paper and pen, passing it over.]

You can join me instead of watching, if you'd like.

[oathic]

Oh, thanks! Don't mind if I do. This is just a test run, right?

[unanswering]

It is, yes. I haven't used these before, so I want to get used to them before I get to work...

[he idly continues working as he talks, testing here and there. the bird has its head cocked curiously at something; it's a tiny spider, before huaisang paints over it to make it a spider lily.]

[oathic]

[gasp it's a spider, nhs is the horse killer, case closed]

I see, I see...

[unanswering]

[yea damn you got him.]

It shouldn't take long, I think... I'll probably have yours completed within a few days?

[oathic]

That'd be great! You're great.

[unanswering]

[there's another little spike of nervousness at that, for some reason, but it doesn't show much externally; he laughs quietly, shaking his head.]

Well, at least I can do one thing here, I suppose.

[oathic]

[...............]

Nie, are you nervous right now?

[unanswering]

What? Why would I be?

[he's. he's very good at looking totally clueless, i hate it-- but the feeling persists, a little stronger than it has been. don't call him out! how!!]

[oathic]

... You're getting more nervous.

[unanswering]

I really don't know what you're talking about-!

[what the heck!!]

[oathic]

You're making me nervous now...

[unanswering]

But that doesn't make any sense either!

[oathic]

I don't know either!

[CONFUSION]

[unanswering]

Wait-- are you making it worse now?

[what! is happening!!

he thinks for a second-

and then pinches his own arm, wincing at it.]

[oathic]

Ow!

[thanks nhs]