Ryuji? Shut up? Ask for pigs to fly, why don't you. "Ain't you a damn taskmaster." But this was all for a good cause, so... good boy behavior. He sighed sharply in a way that plainly stated he wasn't a fan of being ordered around, but nevertheless remained quiet.
At least for awhile.
There was only so much peaceably admiring the water he could do, and with the other boy bent to the task he had a feeling of deja vu like he were back in Yusuke's studio intruding on someone's artistic process as Yusuke plodded along on a sketch of Ann.
By the time the "letter" started winding down, Ryuji had exhausted all avenues of entertaining himself: slowly sipping at his soda, idle people-watching, and straightening his shoe laces, and was hauling himself to his feet to leave Jean to when the other paused to examine his work. "Get it off your chest?"
That was a more polite question than pushing his face over Jean's shoulder to see if his advice had helped him organize his thoughts any. It was an intimate and personal ritual; he could the privacy of it.
no subject
At least for awhile.
There was only so much peaceably admiring the water he could do, and with the other boy bent to the task he had a feeling of deja vu like he were back in Yusuke's studio intruding on someone's artistic process as Yusuke plodded along on a sketch of Ann.
By the time the "letter" started winding down, Ryuji had exhausted all avenues of entertaining himself: slowly sipping at his soda, idle people-watching, and straightening his shoe laces, and was hauling himself to his feet to leave Jean to when the other paused to examine his work. "Get it off your chest?"
That was a more polite question than pushing his face over Jean's shoulder to see if his advice had helped him organize his thoughts any. It was an intimate and personal ritual; he could the privacy of it.