Trix

"Yeah, actually... I should be able to come over. Let me just put my painting up to dry."

Mango gets to the bar, in a pair of black jeans and their favorite green flannel, with some well-worn boots on.

"Thanks. You shiny?" Trix offers a smile, stepping inside.

Trix smiles proudly. "Good to hear he's still got it."

Trix mutters thanks and walks upstairs. "Mango?"

Trix knocks before coming in. "Heyo."

"Bed-bound?" Trix nods towards the ankle, looking around the room.

"That blows." Trix nods. "Was it at least a nice wardrobe?"

"Anything worse than a bad ankle?" Trix asks, sitting on the desk chair.

Trix nods. "Mm. Any other bad news?"

"Eugh." Trix frowns. "Well, I'll race twice as hard for the both of us."

"Mmm... What do you want to do? I could always drag you around the hall by your arms." Trix jokes.

Trix pulls out their sketchbook and a charcoal pencil, handing both over.

"No problem.." They shrug, pulling out a second sketchbook and flipping to a new page, drawing between glances at Mango.

(Mango barely notices, drawing the motorcycle ae win races with slowly, carefully, like modelling a deity)

"Do you have a favorite pop?" Trix asks quietly, the sound of the charcoal pencil hitting the paper not faltering.

Trix nods, passing the case over before going back to sketching.

"Hmm... I like a lot of darker greens. You?"

Trix nods, taking out a vibrant reddish-orange paint marker from their bag. "Like this?"

Trix nods, the sound of their charcoal pencil scraping against the paper filling the silence as they shade.

Trix shoots a sheepish smile.

Trix tears it out carefully, holding it towards them.

"Good." Trix smiles, pulling out two mango sodas and handing one over.

(Ae open it slowly, drinking a third of it before starting a different drawing)

Trix sips theirs before going back to drawing on a new page.

(This time, the drawing is of Trix on their bike, winning their first race. Ae draw slower, careful with the line work)

Trix peaks over. "Aw that's rad—!"

Trix smiles, going back to drawing. This time it's of a ribcage with flowers and cacti.

(Mango slowly starts to add colour to the drawing, almost squinting at the page in concentration. Ae hum on and off, a few notes at a time)

Trix's smile softens, truly enjoying the company. They tilt the sketchbook in their lap, shading in the ribs.

"Mm... For being out of practice, you're pretty rainbow at it."

It’s a lot of hardwork… in a fun way.

Trix nods. "Good... I can agree. I'm thinking of trying a different medium..."

"Oh that's nice! Is wool bulky?" Trix asks. "I'm thinking of trying pastels..."

"Gotcha..." Trix nods, finishing up their sketch and holding it up in front of them.

Trix smiles. "Thank you.."

Trix looks flattered, a wide smile on their face. "Looks rad."

"Anything goin' on 'round here?" Trix asks.

"Am I allowed to ask what happened?" Trix responds quietly.

Trix nods, going back to sketching.

(Ae sketch a little longer, vaguely able to hear Coco start crying again. Mango yawns a little, trying to stifle it)

Trix notices the stifled yawn. "I can go, if you want to rest."

"Anytime." Trix smiles, getting up and pushing the chair in.

Trix laughs quietly, taking the bag. "Yeah, I'll take 'em off your hands. Thanks."

"See ya around." Trix agrees, stuffing the candy in their bag along with their sketchbooks. "Rest easy." They add, nodding to the leg.

"Hey, I'll always come around to keep you from that." Trix chuckles, waving as they walk out.

"Yeah, actually... I should be able to come over. Let me just put my painting up to dry."

Mango gets to the bar, in a pair of black jeans and their favorite green flannel, with some well-worn boots on.

"Thanks. You shiny?" Trix offers a smile, stepping inside.

Trix smiles proudly. "Good to hear he's still got it."

Trix mutters thanks and walks upstairs. "Mango?"

Trix knocks before coming in. "Heyo."

"Bed-bound?" Trix nods towards the ankle, looking around the room.

"That blows." Trix nods. "Was it at least a nice wardrobe?"

"Anything worse than a bad ankle?" Trix asks, sitting on the desk chair.

Trix nods. "Mm. Any other bad news?"

"Eugh." Trix frowns. "Well, I'll race twice as hard for the both of us."

"Mmm... What do you want to do? I could always drag you around the hall by your arms." Trix jokes.

Trix pulls out their sketchbook and a charcoal pencil, handing both over.

"No problem.." They shrug, pulling out a second sketchbook and flipping to a new page, drawing between glances at Mango.

(Mango barely notices, drawing the motorcycle ae win races with slowly, carefully, like modelling a deity)

"Do you have a favorite pop?" Trix asks quietly, the sound of the charcoal pencil hitting the paper not faltering.

Trix nods, passing the case over before going back to sketching.

"Hmm... I like a lot of darker greens. You?"

Trix nods, taking out a vibrant reddish-orange paint marker from their bag. "Like this?"

Trix nods, the sound of their charcoal pencil scraping against the paper filling the silence as they shade.

Trix shoots a sheepish smile.

Trix tears it out carefully, holding it towards them.

"Good." Trix smiles, pulling out two mango sodas and handing one over.

(Ae open it slowly, drinking a third of it before starting a different drawing)

Trix sips theirs before going back to drawing on a new page.

(This time, the drawing is of Trix on their bike, winning their first race. Ae draw slower, careful with the line work)

Trix peaks over. "Aw that's rad—!"

Trix smiles, going back to drawing. This time it's of a ribcage with flowers and cacti.

(Mango slowly starts to add colour to the drawing, almost squinting at the page in concentration. Ae hum on and off, a few notes at a time)

Trix's smile softens, truly enjoying the company. They tilt the sketchbook in their lap, shading in the ribs.

"Mm... For being out of practice, you're pretty rainbow at it."

It’s a lot of hardwork… in a fun way.

Trix nods. "Good... I can agree. I'm thinking of trying a different medium..."

"Oh that's nice! Is wool bulky?" Trix asks. "I'm thinking of trying pastels..."

"Gotcha..." Trix nods, finishing up their sketch and holding it up in front of them.

Trix smiles. "Thank you.."

Trix looks flattered, a wide smile on their face. "Looks rad."

"Anything goin' on 'round here?" Trix asks.

"Am I allowed to ask what happened?" Trix responds quietly.

Trix nods, going back to sketching.

(Ae sketch a little longer, vaguely able to hear Coco start crying again. Mango yawns a little, trying to stifle it)

Trix notices the stifled yawn. "I can go, if you want to rest."

"Anytime." Trix smiles, getting up and pushing the chair in.

Trix laughs quietly, taking the bag. "Yeah, I'll take 'em off your hands. Thanks."

"See ya around." Trix agrees, stuffing the candy in their bag along with their sketchbooks. "Rest easy." They add, nodding to the leg.

"Yeah, actually... I should be able to come over. Let me just put my painting up to dry."

Mango gets to the bar, in a pair of black jeans and their favorite green flannel, with some well-worn boots on.

"Thanks. You shiny?" Trix offers a smile, stepping inside.

Trix smiles proudly. "Good to hear he's still got it."

Trix mutters thanks and walks upstairs. "Mango?"

Trix knocks before coming in. "Heyo."

"Bed-bound?" Trix nods towards the ankle, looking around the room.

"That blows." Trix nods. "Was it at least a nice wardrobe?"

"Anything worse than a bad ankle?" Trix asks, sitting on the desk chair.

Trix nods. "Mm. Any other bad news?"

"Eugh." Trix frowns. "Well, I'll race twice as hard for the both of us."

"Mmm... What do you want to do? I could always drag you around the hall by your arms." Trix jokes.

Trix pulls out their sketchbook and a charcoal pencil, handing both over.

"No problem.." They shrug, pulling out a second sketchbook and flipping to a new page, drawing between glances at Mango.

(Mango barely notices, drawing the motorcycle ae win races with slowly, carefully, like modelling a deity)

"Do you have a favorite pop?" Trix asks quietly, the sound of the charcoal pencil hitting the paper not faltering.

Trix nods, passing the case over before going back to sketching.

"Hmm... I like a lot of darker greens. You?"

Trix nods, taking out a vibrant reddish-orange paint marker from their bag. "Like this?"

Trix nods, the sound of their charcoal pencil scraping against the paper filling the silence as they shade.

Trix shoots a sheepish smile.

Trix tears it out carefully, holding it towards them.

"Good." Trix smiles, pulling out two mango sodas and handing one over.

(Ae open it slowly, drinking a third of it before starting a different drawing)

Trix sips theirs before going back to drawing on a new page.

(This time, the drawing is of Trix on their bike, winning their first race. Ae draw slower, careful with the line work)

Trix peaks over. "Aw that's rad—!"

Trix smiles, going back to drawing. This time it's of a ribcage with flowers and cacti.

(Mango slowly starts to add colour to the drawing, almost squinting at the page in concentration. Ae hum on and off, a few notes at a time)

Trix's smile softens, truly enjoying the company. They tilt the sketchbook in their lap, shading in the ribs.

"Mm... For being out of practice, you're pretty rainbow at it."

It’s a lot of hardwork… in a fun way.

Trix nods. "Good... I can agree. I'm thinking of trying a different medium..."

"Oh that's nice! Is wool bulky?" Trix asks. "I'm thinking of trying pastels..."

"Gotcha..." Trix nods, finishing up their sketch and holding it up in front of them.

Trix smiles. "Thank you.."

Trix looks flattered, a wide smile on their face. "Looks rad."

"Anything goin' on 'round here?" Trix asks.

"Am I allowed to ask what happened?" Trix responds quietly.

Trix nods, going back to sketching.

(Ae sketch a little longer, vaguely able to hear Coco start crying again. Mango yawns a little, trying to stifle it)

Trix notices the stifled yawn. "I can go, if you want to rest."

"Anytime." Trix smiles, getting up and pushing the chair in.

Trix laughs quietly, taking the bag. "Yeah, I'll take 'em off your hands. Thanks."

"Yeah, actually... I should be able to come over. Let me just put my painting up to dry."

Mango gets to the bar, in a pair of black jeans and their favorite green flannel, with some well-worn boots on.

"Thanks. You shiny?" Trix offers a smile, stepping inside.

Trix smiles proudly. "Good to hear he's still got it."

Trix mutters thanks and walks upstairs. "Mango?"

Trix knocks before coming in. "Heyo."

"Bed-bound?" Trix nods towards the ankle, looking around the room.

"That blows." Trix nods. "Was it at least a nice wardrobe?"

"Anything worse than a bad ankle?" Trix asks, sitting on the desk chair.

Trix nods. "Mm. Any other bad news?"

"Eugh." Trix frowns. "Well, I'll race twice as hard for the both of us."

"Mmm... What do you want to do? I could always drag you around the hall by your arms." Trix jokes.

Trix pulls out their sketchbook and a charcoal pencil, handing both over.

"No problem.." They shrug, pulling out a second sketchbook and flipping to a new page, drawing between glances at Mango.

(Mango barely notices, drawing the motorcycle ae win races with slowly, carefully, like modelling a deity)

"Do you have a favorite pop?" Trix asks quietly, the sound of the charcoal pencil hitting the paper not faltering.

Trix nods, passing the case over before going back to sketching.

"Hmm... I like a lot of darker greens. You?"

Trix nods, taking out a vibrant reddish-orange paint marker from their bag. "Like this?"

Trix nods, the sound of their charcoal pencil scraping against the paper filling the silence as they shade.

Trix shoots a sheepish smile.

Trix tears it out carefully, holding it towards them.

"Good." Trix smiles, pulling out two mango sodas and handing one over.

(Ae open it slowly, drinking a third of it before starting a different drawing)

Trix sips theirs before going back to drawing on a new page.

(This time, the drawing is of Trix on their bike, winning their first race. Ae draw slower, careful with the line work)

Trix peaks over. "Aw that's rad—!"

Trix smiles, going back to drawing. This time it's of a ribcage with flowers and cacti.

(Mango slowly starts to add colour to the drawing, almost squinting at the page in concentration. Ae hum on and off, a few notes at a time)

Trix's smile softens, truly enjoying the company. They tilt the sketchbook in their lap, shading in the ribs.

"Mm... For being out of practice, you're pretty rainbow at it."

It’s a lot of hardwork… in a fun way.

Trix nods. "Good... I can agree. I'm thinking of trying a different medium..."

"Oh that's nice! Is wool bulky?" Trix asks. "I'm thinking of trying pastels..."

"Gotcha..." Trix nods, finishing up their sketch and holding it up in front of them.

Trix smiles. "Thank you.."

Trix looks flattered, a wide smile on their face. "Looks rad."

"Anything goin' on 'round here?" Trix asks.

"Am I allowed to ask what happened?" Trix responds quietly.

Trix nods, going back to sketching.

(Ae sketch a little longer, vaguely able to hear Coco start crying again. Mango yawns a little, trying to stifle it)

Trix notices the stifled yawn. "I can go, if you want to rest."

"Anytime." Trix smiles, getting up and pushing the chair in.

"Yeah, actually... I should be able to come over. Let me just put my painting up to dry."

Mango gets to the bar, in a pair of black jeans and their favorite green flannel, with some well-worn boots on.

"Thanks. You shiny?" Trix offers a smile, stepping inside.

Trix smiles proudly. "Good to hear he's still got it."

Trix mutters thanks and walks upstairs. "Mango?"

Trix knocks before coming in. "Heyo."

"Bed-bound?" Trix nods towards the ankle, looking around the room.

"That blows." Trix nods. "Was it at least a nice wardrobe?"

"Anything worse than a bad ankle?" Trix asks, sitting on the desk chair.

Trix nods. "Mm. Any other bad news?"

"Eugh." Trix frowns. "Well, I'll race twice as hard for the both of us."

"Mmm... What do you want to do? I could always drag you around the hall by your arms." Trix jokes.

Trix pulls out their sketchbook and a charcoal pencil, handing both over.

"No problem.." They shrug, pulling out a second sketchbook and flipping to a new page, drawing between glances at Mango.

(Mango barely notices, drawing the motorcycle ae win races with slowly, carefully, like modelling a deity)

"Do you have a favorite pop?" Trix asks quietly, the sound of the charcoal pencil hitting the paper not faltering.

Trix nods, passing the case over before going back to sketching.

"Hmm... I like a lot of darker greens. You?"

Trix nods, taking out a vibrant reddish-orange paint marker from their bag. "Like this?"

Trix nods, the sound of their charcoal pencil scraping against the paper filling the silence as they shade.

Trix shoots a sheepish smile.

Trix tears it out carefully, holding it towards them.

"Good." Trix smiles, pulling out two mango sodas and handing one over.

(Ae open it slowly, drinking a third of it before starting a different drawing)

Trix sips theirs before going back to drawing on a new page.

(This time, the drawing is of Trix on their bike, winning their first race. Ae draw slower, careful with the line work)

Trix peaks over. "Aw that's rad—!"

Trix smiles, going back to drawing. This time it's of a ribcage with flowers and cacti.

(Mango slowly starts to add colour to the drawing, almost squinting at the page in concentration. Ae hum on and off, a few notes at a time)

Trix's smile softens, truly enjoying the company. They tilt the sketchbook in their lap, shading in the ribs.

"Mm... For being out of practice, you're pretty rainbow at it."

It’s a lot of hardwork… in a fun way.

Trix nods. "Good... I can agree. I'm thinking of trying a different medium..."

"Oh that's nice! Is wool bulky?" Trix asks. "I'm thinking of trying pastels..."

"Gotcha..." Trix nods, finishing up their sketch and holding it up in front of them.

Trix smiles. "Thank you.."

Trix looks flattered, a wide smile on their face. "Looks rad."

"Anything goin' on 'round here?" Trix asks.

"Am I allowed to ask what happened?" Trix responds quietly.

Trix nods, going back to sketching.

(Ae sketch a little longer, vaguely able to hear Coco start crying again. Mango yawns a little, trying to stifle it)

Trix notices the stifled yawn. "I can go, if you want to rest."

"Yeah, actually... I should be able to come over. Let me just put my painting up to dry."

Mango gets to the bar, in a pair of black jeans and their favorite green flannel, with some well-worn boots on.

"Thanks. You shiny?" Trix offers a smile, stepping inside.