Cam turned at the sound of Bastien's voice. They were a little surprised to find the man standing there shirtless, but hey, it was apparently his house -- and they could see the sense of not getting all that paint on any more clothes than necessary. Especially since Caido hadn't invented washing machines yet.
"I am," they said, doing their level best not to make this moment awkward -- though sometimes Cam felt like the harder they tried, the more awkward things got. "It looks really nice -- I'm no expert, but I think it's coming along well."
They crossed their arms over their chest, holding the straps of their backpack -- the backpack that had come with them to Caido, that had held all their worldly possessions at the time, that felt too light without the comforting weight of their now-bricked laptop. They still had the laptop, hidden under their bed, but of course it was totally useless, now just a sentimental relic of another world. More importantly, the backpack now contained a sketchbook and pencils they'd bartered for in the Hollowed Grounds. Most of the art they'd made in the last several years had died with their laptop, being digital, but they could pick up a pencil again ... they hoped.
"I heard this was the Artists' Sanctuary," Cam said. For once, they didn't worry that they were in the wrong place; this was clearly an artist's studio. "I just wanted to learn more about it."
"I am," they said, doing their level best not to make this moment awkward -- though sometimes Cam felt like the harder they tried, the more awkward things got. "It looks really nice -- I'm no expert, but I think it's coming along well."
They crossed their arms over their chest, holding the straps of their backpack -- the backpack that had come with them to Caido, that had held all their worldly possessions at the time, that felt too light without the comforting weight of their now-bricked laptop. They still had the laptop, hidden under their bed, but of course it was totally useless, now just a sentimental relic of another world. More importantly, the backpack now contained a sketchbook and pencils they'd bartered for in the Hollowed Grounds. Most of the art they'd made in the last several years had died with their laptop, being digital, but they could pick up a pencil again ... they hoped.
"I heard this was the Artists' Sanctuary," Cam said. For once, they didn't worry that they were in the wrong place; this was clearly an artist's studio. "I just wanted to learn more about it."
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"Cameras" by Ennev is licensed under CC BY-NC-SA 2.0
