It’d be a lie if Yufi said she hadn’t seen him around before. He’s got a distinctive look... amputee, emotional support dog and all. There’s no classes they share together, but on occasion they find themselves in same common circles. Crafting, architecture, art. Not to say she’s been eavesdropping... but one grows curious and cares to listen when wanting to know who they’re surrounded by.
It’d be unfair to say he’s harmless-- his handicap does not necessarily mean he’s incapable. In fact, she knows little of what he does, what interests him besides the activities they share together. But she assumes, at the least, he means no harm to her, as he holds little interest in doing more than the absolute necessary.
But her curiosity does grow, and the opportunity to speak to him arises when they find themselves situated next to one another, painting ❛ the waves of their internal strife. ❜ Yufi wouldn’t have looked... that intensely, anyway... if it hadn’t been for the fact that they seemed to be out of brick red. She planned to use it for her sunset on the horizon... he had obviously used it for his own imagery. Not an issue, really, but she can’t help but ask, peering onward to his canvas. ❝ ...You want any other colors, besides this red? Seems like you’ve got a lot to unpack. ❞  /  a starter for @endsought !
