#feliksm

The thing about working at the university was that Wyatt didn’t have animation to just think about. Of course, there were school-wide events. She tied her apron up behind her and got to work mixing the body paint. “Are you comfortable? We’re honestly going to be here a while, so it’s important that you are. Thank you so much for doing this for me, Fee, you’re a life saver!” She said as she propped her designs on the easel. “Let me know if you want to take any snack breaks, a good stretch or need to take a dump. If you need to pee, I’ve got a urinal.”

“Lark actually suggested that I quit animation for sculpture, but animation is what I’ve lived and breathed my whole life. It’s what made me who I am, and it’s how I’ve met so many wonderful people and learned about so many things. I’m not entirely sure what to make of sculpture just yet--I’ve only ever dabbled in it, but I feel like you’d enjoy it,” Wyatt guided him to his seat while she talked, giving his hand an affectionate pat. “Not just because you’re blind, of course, but because you have such great taste in fashion, I feel like you can bring it out in sculpture. If not, I have a pottery table here as well.”