Half PintShe couldn't help but laugh at the situation, though she tried not to laugh too much or else the finished drawing would've gotten ruined. Clarience finally finished the drawing but realized the horror of what she has committed; Accidentally, while thinking about Guy in a gay relationship she drew his face as one of the boy's on the piece of paper.
"OH GOD," She yelled in horror, "What have I done!?" Clarience gasped and keeled over, falling off of her stool and slipping out of consciousness from the mere shock. What had she done!? Why had she committed such a travesty!?
In the reassesses of her mind, she was apologizing over and over an over again, an endless cycle of her saying sorry in the back of her mind. Though, this wasn't necessarily a bad thing, this art does look good.
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Clarience nodded as the Estelle began to describe the cover art of the novel, she drew Estelle's depiction of the boy's - Rather well as some would assume -. She made sure her strokes were neat and clean as she moved quickly, Estelle had a schedule and Clarience didn't want to ruin her work.
"Uh, Estelle right? I'm a huge fan of your work," She chuckled lightly as she finished up the outlining of the boy's, "My name's Clarience, Clarience Ambillis. If you need more cover art, come to me and I'll be sure to get that done for you! I'd love to spread my drawings a little bit through your pieces of pure artwork. I have got to say, your romance plots are a-mazing."
By the time she finished speaking Clarience began to color in the boys hair. "This will be awhile, so sit tight and wait while I get the picture finish, drawing takes work and I don't want to ruin your novel because of a simple and careless mistake."
"Uh, Estelle right? I'm a huge fan of your work," She chuckled lightly as she finished up the outlining of the boy's, "My name's Clarience, Clarience Ambillis. If you need more cover art, come to me and I'll be sure to get that done for you! I'd love to spread my drawings a little bit through your pieces of pure artwork. I have got to say, your romance plots are a-mazing."
By the time she finished speaking Clarience began to color in the boys hair. "This will be awhile, so sit tight and wait while I get the picture finish, drawing takes work and I don't want to ruin your novel because of a simple and careless mistake."
"Not the novels!" Clarence gasped dramatically, her attention quickly fled to the writer, "Bring me the ruined pieces and I'll try to redraw what I can!"
She was willing to admit that she occasionally read Estelle's Yaoi novels. The occasional male gay couple romance story wasn't such a bad thing now was it? It wasn't like she actually knew the writer anyways, but Clarience knew she lived here, and there could only be one.
"This is on me, no cost at all!" She slipped to the back of the shop to grab an ink pen and paper. Quickly, she returned and slammed it on the counter, "Quick! When is the novel due?"
She was willing to admit that she occasionally read Estelle's Yaoi novels. The occasional male gay couple romance story wasn't such a bad thing now was it? It wasn't like she actually knew the writer anyways, but Clarience knew she lived here, and there could only be one.
"This is on me, no cost at all!" She slipped to the back of the shop to grab an ink pen and paper. Quickly, she returned and slammed it on the counter, "Quick! When is the novel due?"
If you could. I mean, not to be rude or anything.
Manapool, isn't a one liner a little too small for a post?
Clarience looked down at the canteen then back up at him, "Is this dangerous?" She screwed off the top of the canteen and took a wiff of the scent from the liquid. Her lips hovered over the top of the canteen as she tipped it over and let a droplet touch the tip of her tongue. The moment the liquid and her taste buds met, she made a sour face and drew the bottle away.
You could suppose that it woke her up.
She smacked her lips together and handed the bottle back to him, "Thanks, but I think one drop is enough for me."
"Yeah, I haven't found the time to clean in awhile, all nighters waste my energy," She sighed, "Say, if you can help me tidy up the shop, I'll pay you a good amount of money." For emphasis she rubbed her fingers together, "What do you say?"
The girl was always too lazy to do the hardest work, well, at least what was hard to her, which was practically everything she has ever done. Her theory was if someone were to help her do the work, they can decrease the amount of time it will take to clean thus equalling more nap time.
You could suppose that it woke her up.
She smacked her lips together and handed the bottle back to him, "Thanks, but I think one drop is enough for me."
"Yeah, I haven't found the time to clean in awhile, all nighters waste my energy," She sighed, "Say, if you can help me tidy up the shop, I'll pay you a good amount of money." For emphasis she rubbed her fingers together, "What do you say?"
The girl was always too lazy to do the hardest work, well, at least what was hard to her, which was practically everything she has ever done. Her theory was if someone were to help her do the work, they can decrease the amount of time it will take to clean thus equalling more nap time.
"It's clear to me you're not here to buy art or art supplies," Clarience pushed the money towards him with her free hand, "Keep it, if you really want to buy something here, look around a little bit."
She slowly blinked at him and gave him an approving nod, "You don't look like an art connoisseur."
Clarience skunked onto a stool that stood behind her and stretched, extending her arms and giving a small yawn. Afterwards, she placed her hands on her face and pinched her cheeks, the small pain managed to wake her up slightly and at least give her a little bit of energy to go through the morning.
It was always like her, to sleep through the day, to push aside important tasks for rest. Maybe that was why she moved to Crescent Town; Because it was quaint and small. Not like the bustling city where she lived.
"It's nice to have the occasional company, you can come again anytime," She said, "My name's Clarience."
She slowly blinked at him and gave him an approving nod, "You don't look like an art connoisseur."
Clarience skunked onto a stool that stood behind her and stretched, extending her arms and giving a small yawn. Afterwards, she placed her hands on her face and pinched her cheeks, the small pain managed to wake her up slightly and at least give her a little bit of energy to go through the morning.
It was always like her, to sleep through the day, to push aside important tasks for rest. Maybe that was why she moved to Crescent Town; Because it was quaint and small. Not like the bustling city where she lived.
"It's nice to have the occasional company, you can come again anytime," She said, "My name's Clarience."
"HURK-" Clarience jerked herself awake after having a brutal nightmare; A man violently shook... Oh... Beside her was man who looked exactly like the one in her nightmare. She poked his shoulder just to make sure she wasn't still asleep.
"This is an Art Shop," She yawned and helped herself up off of the floor, "Come to buy goods, or are you trying to find a place to nap?" She chuckled lightly at her own joke.
Clarience scratched lightly at her cheek, picking off some dry paint from her recent escapades. She sat back down behind the counter and rested her head on her hand, she gave the man a small, yet lazy smile.
"I haven't tidied up a bit in awhile as you can see, but she's still an able shop."
Customers came occasionally, just to buy a painting or two, or the occasional paint can for their homes. It wasn't boring, it was more so quiet and peaceful than anything, and Clarience enjoyed that serenity she got.
For a moment, she appeared to be dozing off, almost falling asleep once again.
"This is an Art Shop," She yawned and helped herself up off of the floor, "Come to buy goods, or are you trying to find a place to nap?" She chuckled lightly at her own joke.
Clarience scratched lightly at her cheek, picking off some dry paint from her recent escapades. She sat back down behind the counter and rested her head on her hand, she gave the man a small, yet lazy smile.
"I haven't tidied up a bit in awhile as you can see, but she's still an able shop."
Customers came occasionally, just to buy a painting or two, or the occasional paint can for their homes. It wasn't boring, it was more so quiet and peaceful than anything, and Clarience enjoyed that serenity she got.
For a moment, she appeared to be dozing off, almost falling asleep once again.
Sweet! This is really good!
Spring 4. Crescent Town.
Two days until Clarience's birthday.
Clarience stayed up all night in her shop painting her latest piece of work, but as she finished, she ended up falling asleep on top of the canvas until the bright morning. Her face stuck to the drying paint.
As the sun peaked through the window of the shop, Clarience jerked as light began to fill the room. "Ugh," She groaned and sat up, paint was smeared along the side of her face, though the painting bellow her managed to just barely get ruined.
She ran her hands through her pigtails as she stood up to flip the closed sign to open. A groggy girl she was, though successful in her work, she could barely pay attention to the things going on around her.
As she began to shuffle back to her counter where the newest painting sat, she tripped over various unopened paint cans along the floor. "Oof!" With a soft thud, Clarience laid upon the ground, too lazy and too unaware to get up. Instead, the girl managed to fall asleep upon the floor.
Rest was always on her mind, in her wake she thought of sleep, in her sleep she dreamt of rest. She was creative with her pieces of work, yet that always used up most of her thinking. 'An artist needs their rest' she always says.
When attempting to stay awake, she would occasionally slap her face or splash cold water onto her rosy cheeks. This would only happen when the shop is open, which is constantly.
Two days until Clarience's birthday.
Clarience stayed up all night in her shop painting her latest piece of work, but as she finished, she ended up falling asleep on top of the canvas until the bright morning. Her face stuck to the drying paint.
As the sun peaked through the window of the shop, Clarience jerked as light began to fill the room. "Ugh," She groaned and sat up, paint was smeared along the side of her face, though the painting bellow her managed to just barely get ruined.
She ran her hands through her pigtails as she stood up to flip the closed sign to open. A groggy girl she was, though successful in her work, she could barely pay attention to the things going on around her.
As she began to shuffle back to her counter where the newest painting sat, she tripped over various unopened paint cans along the floor. "Oof!" With a soft thud, Clarience laid upon the ground, too lazy and too unaware to get up. Instead, the girl managed to fall asleep upon the floor.
Rest was always on her mind, in her wake she thought of sleep, in her sleep she dreamt of rest. She was creative with her pieces of work, yet that always used up most of her thinking. 'An artist needs their rest' she always says.
When attempting to stay awake, she would occasionally slap her face or splash cold water onto her rosy cheeks. This would only happen when the shop is open, which is constantly.
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