Amun tried to bring himself back as the scent of seawater enveloped him with Ezra's nearness. He had to regain control of himself, to take the power back in this situation. He wasn't sure what he was more ashamed of, how the nearness of the other boy made him feel, or the fact that the feelings where such an obstacle. Breathe.
"Thanks." He murmured back at the compliment. He caught the other boys own quiet utterance, how he looked like his own father. Amun silently wondered what that might be like. He had never even known his father. There was a twinge of anger there and he seized at it, using it to gain control of himself as he breathed. But all he could smell was seawater.
"Oh umm..." Amun hesitated as he looked a Ezra and then at the sketch. He was torn. He wasn't particularly attached to any of his works of art, usually. But this was the first one that he was truly... proud of. He wavered for a moment before scribbling a small signature in the corner, near sketchEzra's elbow.
"Yeah you can, just let me..." He didn't finish verbally, instead pulling out his nalphone and snapping a picture of the sketch. Satisfied that he would keep something of it, he put his phone away.
"You were a good model. You said you do it part time, you ever think of doing it as a career?" Amun asked as he started to gently pull the page from the sketchbook to give to Ezra. "Or do you have... greater ambitions?" He asked, having taken back his own mind. His own thoughts raced as he tried to figure out some sort of advantage to this encounter. Some actionable benefit. He teased the drawing free from the sketchpad but had yet to give it to Ezra.
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"Thanks." He murmured back at the compliment. He caught the other boys own quiet utterance, how he looked like his own father. Amun silently wondered what that might be like. He had never even known his father. There was a twinge of anger there and he seized at it, using it to gain control of himself as he breathed. But all he could smell was seawater.
"Oh umm..." Amun hesitated as he looked a Ezra and then at the sketch. He was torn. He wasn't particularly attached to any of his works of art, usually. But this was the first one that he was truly... proud of. He wavered for a moment before scribbling a small signature in the corner, near sketchEzra's elbow.
"Yeah you can, just let me..." He didn't finish verbally, instead pulling out his nalphone and snapping a picture of the sketch. Satisfied that he would keep something of it, he put his phone away.
"You were a good model. You said you do it part time, you ever think of doing it as a career?" Amun asked as he started to gently pull the page from the sketchbook to give to Ezra. "Or do you have... greater ambitions?" He asked, having taken back his own mind. His own thoughts raced as he tried to figure out some sort of advantage to this encounter. Some actionable benefit. He teased the drawing free from the sketchpad but had yet to give it to Ezra.
@Sreeya