( @indiemcn 2/3 )
Between work and school, Raf found it harder and harder to really dedicate time to his art. He still did it, but that didn’t make it easy. However, he managed to catch a bit of a break. He had no shifts at the coffee shop until the following week, and school was out for the next couple of weeks. Meaning, he had all the time in the world to work on a piece or two. And that was exactly what he did. When he got home from work, he immediately went into his home studio and started to get to work.
It wasn’t until he heard the sound of the front door opening (nearly twelve hours later) that he finally decided to give the canvas he was working on some rest. He peeled off the oversized t-shirt he used for a smock and dropped it next to the stool he sat on. He hopped up onto his feet and stretched his body. It felt so good to finally move his body, he almost forgot why he actually gotten up. But then another sound near the apartment’s entrance was enough to remind him. Turning on his heels, he left the studio and went to find Jeremiah. “Hi.” He chirped, with just a bit too much energy given how late it was —or not, his phone had been face down on a table for hours so he had no idea of the actual time-. And he didn’t bother to think it over too much as he there his arms around the larger male.






