#raindrop fics

The man with the long, curly mullet sitting at the other desk finally looked up from the piece he was working on, “So what?”

What?

“So,” Dewdrop propped his hands on his hips and walked closer to the artist, noticing his bold and fine line tattoos decorating most of his visible skin, pretty, “You'll want to turn it down before they come over. They're fussy!”

The man leaned back in his seat and crossed his toned arms over his chest. Dewdrop felt his face flush and hoped it wasn’t noticeable. 

“You sure it's not you who has the problem with it?” The man asked, raising an eyebrow. His eyes were a stormy blue, like a thunderstorm at night reflecting off crashing waves. Like a dark blue hibiscus. Dewdrop shook off his stare before he could get sucked into it.