[ thankfully, given sei's still-weak body and extreme overstimulation--there's so much going on, after all, so much to see and hear and experience--he'd been excused from modeling. perhaps the instructor had taken pity on him, or perhaps he's too pathetic and skinny and unhealthy-looking for the being's tastes. whatever the reason, he's instead been allowed to sit in as one of the students, perched behind a canvas as the models are rushed into the room.
he's been mixing paints in fascination, almost hyperfocused (it helps him deal with.. everything else if he has something to help drown out the noise), but the sound of a familiar voice makes his head shoot up, eyes going wide and stunned.
shaking, he pushes up on wobbly legs to peer up over the canvas, and his hand lifts to press over his mouth, muffling the startled squeak in his throat. how--? and then, despite himself, he feels his face going hot. after all the awful things that sei has been put through in his short, miserable life, all the injustices and humiliations and horrors, this finally has the power to embarrass him. he was definitely not expecting to see his twin brother in nothing but a skimpy towel. ]
A-Aoba? [ his voice is tiny and rusty--so rarely used these days--but he shuffles out a half-step, hand braced against the easel to keep him steady. ] Aoba. [ a stronger try, and he finds a lump rising in his throat, heat behind his eyes. maybe.. they have another chance. sei has another chance with his brother. ]
art 4...
he's been mixing paints in fascination, almost hyperfocused (it helps him deal with.. everything else if he has something to help drown out the noise), but the sound of a familiar voice makes his head shoot up, eyes going wide and stunned.
shaking, he pushes up on wobbly legs to peer up over the canvas, and his hand lifts to press over his mouth, muffling the startled squeak in his throat. how--? and then, despite himself, he feels his face going hot. after all the awful things that sei has been put through in his short, miserable life, all the injustices and humiliations and horrors, this finally has the power to embarrass him. he was definitely not expecting to see his twin brother in nothing but a skimpy towel. ]
A-Aoba? [ his voice is tiny and rusty--so rarely used these days--but he shuffles out a half-step, hand braced against the easel to keep him steady. ] Aoba. [ a stronger try, and he finds a lump rising in his throat, heat behind his eyes. maybe.. they have another chance. sei has another chance with his brother. ]