[He smiles back at them and it's a genuine smile, softer than the usual smirks and the twitching of lips. He can't really help it, in face of their smile.
But there's other things to focus on. He gestures for them to walk along, hanging back just a step or two. One of the sculptures they pass by is barely recognisable as anything and it's there that Leonard sticks their wonderful picture, on the wall behind it, bypassing any security measures. Walking a few more steps he catches on to them and turns, looking back over his shoulder.]
Look, your work's in a museum.
[Not only that, but only seconds later an elderly couple stops in front of the sculpture, but ends up mostly gesturing to the picture Frisk has drawn, throwing around words like "simplicity", "duality" and other things to come across as fancy.
Leonard keeps his voice down, whispering now that they're conspiring.]
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[He smiles back at them and it's a genuine smile, softer than the usual smirks and the twitching of lips. He can't really help it, in face of their smile.
But there's other things to focus on. He gestures for them to walk along, hanging back just a step or two. One of the sculptures they pass by is barely recognisable as anything and it's there that Leonard sticks their wonderful picture, on the wall behind it, bypassing any security measures. Walking a few more steps he catches on to them and turns, looking back over his shoulder.]
Look, your work's in a museum.
[Not only that, but only seconds later an elderly couple stops in front of the sculpture, but ends up mostly gesturing to the picture Frisk has drawn, throwing around words like "simplicity", "duality" and other things to come across as fancy.
Leonard keeps his voice down, whispering now that they're conspiring.]
How does it feel, being an artist?