11-Drawing Each Other
There were two more piles of paperwork. Damage reports, reparation costs, bills, things that looked like they were in Greek for all Nya knew. She slumped over in her chair.
"The boredom...it's getting to me..." Nya whispered.
Cole, who was sitting across from her, eyed her suspiciously, setting another damage report aside. He put his chin in his hand, then reached across the table through the stacks of paper to poke her. She didn't respond.
"Hm," Cole said, crumbling up a blank piece of paper, then throwing it at her. She shot up, then stuck her tongue out at him. The earthbender tilted his head in consideration, then got an idea. "I'm going to draw you."
"Okay," Nya said eagerly. She sat up straight again, then watched him as he grabbed another blank piece of paper and began scribbling away. He made an effort to hide his drawing, and eventually had to admonish her for trying to peek. She groaned, then slid back down into her chair.
Nya passed the time by filling out a few more damage reports. Several smiles tugged on her lips as she heard the tip of his pencil scribbling away on the paper. He glanced up at her a few times and studied her face, then went back to his work. She watched his hand as his pencil glided over the paper, leaving dark marks underneath its path. He caught her looking at his hands a few moments later. He moved his hands around his precious masterpiece. Finally, a few damage reports later, he finished. He held his piece of art up to her to view.
The tugs on Nya's lips gave in and she smiled, then she looked at it.
The picture was beautifully drawn. Lines and dark marks outlined the Nya in the picture, and he hadn't missed a single detail of her face. There were her tiny, nearly invisible freckles on the lower part of her cheek, and then there was that tiny scar on her neck she had gotten from the fight with General Cryptor. The shading of the Nya in the picture was perfect, and she was smiling, eyes shining.
Nya giggled, and Cole put the picture down.
"Draw me!" He said.
Nya sighed. "But I suck at drawing..."
Cole shrugged. "Just do it, please?"
Nya rolled her eyes, then she grabbed a piece of blank paper from the stack, then she began drawing.
Her drawing didn't take nearly as long as Cole's had. She finished in a matter of moments.
She displayed her art to Cole, who burst out laughing.
All he could make out was a circle that seemed to serve as a head, with three disproportionate blobs, one smaller than the other two, which must've served as eyes and the other a nose. There were scribbles on his head that could have resembled hair. He had no neck, rectangular arms, a misshapen torso, and short, pointy legs. Apparently, his feet were on backwards.
Nya laughed with him. "I told you I can't draw!"
Cole said nothing, but stood up, walked over to her, and embraced her.
"It's perfect," he whispered, "I'm keeping it. I love you so much."
