called a problem child
cause i got too wild
Rumors I can handle. I grew up hearing where the seams were—my parents told it straight most of the time, but I could always spot the stitched-in bits when a gap needed… creative mending.cause i got too wild
I take the journal and skim at an easy clip, finger drifting the margin while my eyes bounce between labels and diagrams. Clean lines, clear notes, measurements where they matter—this is my lane.
I’m solid with sketches, I say, proud, tapping a cross-section. Maps, creatures, the little tells—spurs on a heel, ridge count on a horn, vein patterns on wings. If you need visuals tightened up, I can do that. The non-drawers can borrow my hands when needed.
I hand the book back, mouth ticking up. Charcoal or ink, either’s fine. If you want a standard—scale bars, angle marks, that sort of thing—point me at it. I give a big shrug. "I didn't have friends growing up, so I drew a lot. Learned a lot."
but now that's how i'm getting paid
Theea
