He finds himself liking line art more than the final coloring. Either it's grittiness that sets the mood or he's not satisfied with mix of colors.
Afterwards, he takes a break going on his phone to wait for the paint to dry.
Going through his photo gallery's that use to be filled up with selfie pics and family, now it's spammed with his model shots. He clicked on an older one with a green wall.
It brought him there, if he knew this beforehand he wouldn't have worn pjs and fluffy slippers..
He froze at standing in a another building! Never mind how it's possible, how he get out unspotted-
"Mashiho?!"
Huh, that's the first time his art model finally called him a name, quite a relief.
Shotaro ran to lock the door which snapped Mashiho out of his thoughts. He quickly went back to him before removing his tan sweater and covering over his pajama shirt. "Shiho kun, why did you here dress like this?"
"I...wasn't planning on popping up here to be honest, did you call me Shiho kun?" Mashiho couldn't help but ask.
Shotaro turns his eyes to the door while still holding on his arms. "There's so many members here. how can I sneak you out?"
"I could just wear a cap and mask-"
Shotaro interrupted before deciding to gently pull him along. "You're too unique looking, any of them would spot you right away."
I am, to you? Mashiho thought to himself while blinking down at the hand on his wrist.