He'd been standing here for atleast an hour, maybe two, it was hard to tell for him when he got really focused on burning an image into his mind. For some reason though, today he couldn't seem to find that spark inide him, it didn't click , something was missing for to want to draw the scene infront of him. What scene he chose today? None other then the village itself. Looking down upon it from the hokage rocks caused an imposing feeling inside him, but it didn't connect. Was it because he'd been sleeping badly the last few days? Maybe it was due to the fact he was helping out a sick friend with getting better, maybe he got infected? No, all of this was just stupid, he was making excuses again to not have to draw anything related to humans, maybe he should go an find an animal to draw or turn around and draw the forest. As boring and simple as that sounded, it would probably cause him fewer problems.
He put his sketchbook on the bench next to were he had been sitting and stretched. It was probably around lunch time about now, he had been sitting here for longer than he'd realized, but that was really no wonder, here he could seek for his inspiration in peace, not to many people came up here, not compared to the city atleast. He grabbed inside his jacket and pulled out a lighter and a pack of cigarettes. Maybe he should just get his sketchbook and go down to get lunch, sushi sounded great right about now. He sighed, maybe he should start on drawing and painting humans or body parts to get used to the idea of drawing more then just nature, humans gave many more great motives and were able to express so many emotions it was terrifying. But then, where would someone like him find a person willing to sit still for him, not even his usual companions were interested in sitting still for him, even though they knew how good he was. He blow some smoke out of his mouth and yawned, well maybe he should just draw people from a magazine, they wouldn't turn him down now, would they?
WC: 375
He put his sketchbook on the bench next to were he had been sitting and stretched. It was probably around lunch time about now, he had been sitting here for longer than he'd realized, but that was really no wonder, here he could seek for his inspiration in peace, not to many people came up here, not compared to the city atleast. He grabbed inside his jacket and pulled out a lighter and a pack of cigarettes. Maybe he should just get his sketchbook and go down to get lunch, sushi sounded great right about now. He sighed, maybe he should start on drawing and painting humans or body parts to get used to the idea of drawing more then just nature, humans gave many more great motives and were able to express so many emotions it was terrifying. But then, where would someone like him find a person willing to sit still for him, not even his usual companions were interested in sitting still for him, even though they knew how good he was. He blow some smoke out of his mouth and yawned, well maybe he should just draw people from a magazine, they wouldn't turn him down now, would they?
WC: 375