#fischtail

@notmuchofatail​

‘That’s it.’ Fisch announced, dramatically dropping his pencil and falling onto his back. Thankfully the grass was soft (and hopefully, Gregory could still understand his signs from that angle. If not, he was quite literally threatening talking to the sky.) ‘I’m going to fight the wind. It’s been my enemy for years, it’s time we dueled it out.’

It was difficult to draw when the breeze kept shifting things about. Not only was it moving his page while he was drawing, but it kept shuffling the leaves around and blowing his model’s (read: Gregory’s) hair out of place. -- He was mostly just being dramatic just for the sake of being dramatic, but it was getting a bit frustrating. 

Eventually he gave up on his performance and sat up again, his attention falling back on his friend. ‘If you tell me what you’re thinking right now, I’ll show you what I was drawing.’ A beat, ‘Spoiler alert: it was you. Another one for your collection.’