Russell Drew
Don't we need words, though?
Sat May 5, 2018 15:13
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Maverick's invitation to join him in the lab today had been pretty unexpected. He knew that the older Cetus did a lot of his artsy stuff in there, having walked in on him once by accident and a couple other times out of genuine curiosity when he passed by and saw the door ajar. Getting invited along was a reassuring sign that his presence wasn’t unwelcome and yet he couldn’t imagine for the life of him why Maverick wanted him around. If his display at last year’s Talent Show was anything to go off, Mave’s specialty was big, strange installation work, whereas his own specialty was... anything but artsy. And possibly just nonexistant.

Okay, technically dance was art, he was sure Marissa would argue, but it didn't feel like art. It was too systematic. The syncopated beats couldn't stand up against Mave's sculpting or Heather's dressmaking or even Ruben's little brother's doodles. (Russell had been super grateful that his and Marissa's duet wasn't first on the Talent Show program. To wander around the art display and then watch two people who loved dancing together just doing their thing might have been too stark a contrast for their audience. He hadn't enjoyed being on stage very much, and still occassionally worried that had been obvious, despite it being literally months past.)

In sum, the only activity Russell was currently involved in that could in theory qualify as artsy did not count. Nor did he expect to take up any new, artier hobbies. He didn't have a clue what colours of paint went together; he wasn't fond of reading so couldn't imagine drawing; wet clay made him squeamish; the prospect of hammering into stone unnerved him; digital art was obviously out of the question due to being (a) noncompliant with magic and (b) digital. So what was he even doing here?

Trying to come up with the answer as he went down the hall was pointless. Russell gave up, briefly acknowledged the small grumble in his abdomen (he'd had breakfast, feeling an obligation to the house-elves Marissa kept sending to his room with too-big trays balanced on their heads, but nothing else), and then his feet reached the door. He pushed it open without pause, keeping his hand raised following the motion in order to do a quick check of his half-knot.

"Hey, Maverick." A glance around the room revealed what was probably Mave's latest project and not much else, aside from the usual Potions equipment and stools and such, lined up in their usual spots against the wall. Without noticing it, his hand went to the hem of his shirt as he lowered it. Bony fingers fidgeted with the thin striped material. As the only living creature occupying his wardrobe these days, he'd developed a real habit for fidgeting. "What's up?

  • In not so many words [Russell] - Maverick Buchannan, Thu May 3 16:52
    Maverick had talked himself out of it and back into it like eighty-five times at this point, but he was tired of being wishy-washy, and he didn’t want all his efforts thus far to be for nothing, so... more
    • Don't we need words, though? - Russell Drew, Sat May 5 15:13
      • Not necessarily - Maverick, Thu May 10 16:41
        Russell was here. Russell was here . Shit. Well, no backing out now, Maverick supposed. Any attempts would only be even more awkward and stupid than this was bound to be. After all, since he’d... more
        • Phew, because I'm all out - Russell, Mon May 14 20:41
          Mave’s returning “Hey” was pretty nonchalant. He might have paid more attention to that in past months, paired with some convenient overthinking and the conclusion that his fellow Cetus had... more
          • We'll find other ways to communicate. - Maverick, Sun May 20 09:32
            These pauses were killing him. Mave recognized that he had taken strange and long pauses in in introducing the statue, but this break before Russell said anything felt like forever. It felt so long... more
            • Fingers crossed those other ways work - Russell, Tue May 22 18:43
              Regardless of whether or not he should be crying at a shark, he was . That was embarrassing, but embarrassment wasn’t on his priorities list of emotions right now, so despite the tears coming faster... more
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