The Artist
Squall groaned as his alarm went off. He hit the snooze button and rolled back over. Today he had that model coming over, didn't he? His art instructor had made him take a break from doing nude men, his specialty, and do a woman. So he was going to do a portrait, of a woman. Fully clothed. He had borrowed the outfit from his instructor. He simply had no interest in seeing a nude woman stand in front of him.
Squall Leonheart had been drawn to this small town for its theatre, all the way from Seattle. Specifically, for its theatre sets. He wanted to be a set and costume designer someday. Or that's what he had wanted. Before he became interested in the large-canvas oil painting. He had enough canvases to wallpaper a large room, floor and celing included. He could never be as interested in another person as he was in art. It just consumed him completley.
The snooze alarm went off. Squall shook his head as if to clear it and pushed aside the covers to sit up. His roomate had starting living in his girlfriend's room, so Squall didn't have to bother with another person. The fact that he'd painted the walls black with flames and had black silk sheets on his bed had also helped to scare off a roomate.
Squall pulled on a black turtleneck and jeans, and set out to the dining hall to obtain his breakfast. Once he had sat down with his black (bad) coffee and his bagel, a familliar voice called him.
"Hey Squall!" Squall didn't even have to turn around in his seat. The owner of the voice was Zell, who sat down across from Squall, with a tray of two tofu-dogs and orange juice.
"How do you eat that stuff for breakfast?"
"What stuff?" Zell asked, through a half of a piece of tofu.
"At least he doesn't eat meat. Like you do." The British accent sat down next to Zell, with coffee and an orange.
"I don't want to hear the meat lecture again, guys."
"That because you're getting some?" Seifer laughed wickedly. He was in Squall's art class and knew the situation with the model.
"No, because I don't want to hear the meat lecture!" Squall blushed.
"I think he's upset about the fact that you have an agreement with Quistis that you don't have to paint any girls as long as your oils of me are erotic enough..." Zell laughed.
"I thought you didn't know about that!" Seifer looked shocked.
"Come on Seif, you submit... pictures... to class..." Squall didn't want to finish the details. They made him jealous of what he couldn't and didn't have. A boyfriend. And a hot one at that.
"Yea well..." Seifer promplty changed the subject. "So, Zell, what are we going to do with the new guy at the 'shop?"
"Put him on secretary work, and teach him the trade? I don't suspect that he knows much."
"I hope he knows some..." Squall perked up his interest at the convorsation between the two mechanics. A new guy?
"New guy?" Squall voiced his question.
"Yeah." Zell looked at Seifer, clearly with something on his mind. "Oh yeah, he's got a great southern accent, and the attitude to match. He's like a cowboy, without all the leather." Zell was baiting the hook. And Squall looked like he was going for it. Seifer looked at Zell curiously, but then caught on. Give lonley artist-boy someone more concrete to hold onto. Suddenly Squall looked at his watch.
"Damnit. I've got that model coming in ten minutes."
"Better run."
The Model
Rinoa stood at the enterance to the boys dorms. She flipped her hair nonchalantly, and tried to ignore the students that passed by. She'd been hired by a student to pose for an oil painting. He'd said fully clothed. But they always said fully clothed. They never meant it. All male artists, especially the really pathetic ones, simply did oil paintings of people to see naked women. It was the secret to all art. Or so Rinoa thought. But the truth was, she liked posing nude to be drawn. It made her feel pretty.
One of the students, hotter than the rest of them, caught her eye. Piecey chocolate hair cascaded down his face. He shook it out of his way. His stony eyes scanned the crowd, and caught on Rinoa. She didn't see what she wanted to see in them, which was to say that she didn't see lust, but she saw a recognition.
"Miss Heartilly?" He asked.
"Yes?"
"I hired you as a model."
"Oh, so you're the artist..." Her tone was undeniably seductive.
Squall took a step back.
"I'm an artist, yes..."
"So do you just want me to strip or should we get to know each other a little better first?"
"I specified fully clothed."
"Everyone says fully clothed."
"...How do I explain this. Here's how- I'm not interested. I'm paying you to be drawn. And only because my instructor wants me to paint a girl."
"Very well then Mister Leonheart, wasn't that your name, I'll pose fully clothed." What is this guy? He didn't have to bite my head off like that... And he obviously doesn't know what a good time I'd give him.. She followed him to his room, where he turned on the lights.
"I've got to set up... Um... I need you to wear this." He threw her a black turleneck jacket and a black miniskirt. She started to strip to change right there, and he absorbed himself with setting up the large canvas and the lights. He set her up in a chair and began to paint.
The Instructor
Quistis pushed her reading glasses up onto her head so she could get a closer look at her prized student's newest oil masterpiece. It showed a dark haired, light skinned girl wearing a black shirt surrounded by glistening white snow. However, the girl still looked like she was surrounded in a pillar of smoke. All in all, it was gorgeous. She knew that she was practically drooling.
"Squall. Nice job..."
"Thanks."
"You know, I think you're going to ace this course."
"Thanks."
"Seifer, too."
"Can I see his works?" Squall asked.
"Well... ok. Just don't let them change your opinion of his model." Quistis said tenativley.
"They really ARE eroticicsms of Zell, that's not just the joke... right?" Squall asked incredulously.
"Yeah..." Quistis led Squall to her gallery, and then to the first section- A, for Almasy.
Squall started to browse through the pictures. First was an undeniably erotic sadist and massochist -esque picture, Zell wearing only strips of what looked like leather (but Squall knew that the vegan boys would only have used pleather), and chained to a wall. The next one looked like some fantasy movie thing- Zell wearing a Xena-esque outfit, in a woodsy setting. The pictures continued on these themes, including a few that fit the category of bestiality. Quistis stood back and watched Squall look through.
"So, can you still respect Seifer?"
"This is just making me want to go into their dorm room one night and join them..."
"That sounds like a good idea..." Quistis laughed.
"What, you worried that all the good guys are gay?"
"Why would I care? I was practically sallivitating at that girl. Who is she?"
"Oh, the model? Miss Rinoa Heartilly."
"I'm hiring her for my next oil. And nude."
"She wanted me to do her nude. I practically had to wrestle her into the clothes."
Quistis got a far away look in her eyes.
"Okay, that wasn't something I wanted to know." Squall joked.
"What?"
"I practically saw you fighting her into clothes, and making sure to touch her right."
"Oh, you're sick."
"Not as sick as Seifer."
They laughed, and continued this friendly banter all afternoon.
Squall groaned as his alarm went off. He hit the snooze button and rolled back over. Today he had that model coming over, didn't he? His art instructor had made him take a break from doing nude men, his specialty, and do a woman. So he was going to do a portrait, of a woman. Fully clothed. He had borrowed the outfit from his instructor. He simply had no interest in seeing a nude woman stand in front of him.
Squall Leonheart had been drawn to this small town for its theatre, all the way from Seattle. Specifically, for its theatre sets. He wanted to be a set and costume designer someday. Or that's what he had wanted. Before he became interested in the large-canvas oil painting. He had enough canvases to wallpaper a large room, floor and celing included. He could never be as interested in another person as he was in art. It just consumed him completley.
The snooze alarm went off. Squall shook his head as if to clear it and pushed aside the covers to sit up. His roomate had starting living in his girlfriend's room, so Squall didn't have to bother with another person. The fact that he'd painted the walls black with flames and had black silk sheets on his bed had also helped to scare off a roomate.
Squall pulled on a black turtleneck and jeans, and set out to the dining hall to obtain his breakfast. Once he had sat down with his black (bad) coffee and his bagel, a familliar voice called him.
"Hey Squall!" Squall didn't even have to turn around in his seat. The owner of the voice was Zell, who sat down across from Squall, with a tray of two tofu-dogs and orange juice.
"How do you eat that stuff for breakfast?"
"What stuff?" Zell asked, through a half of a piece of tofu.
"At least he doesn't eat meat. Like you do." The British accent sat down next to Zell, with coffee and an orange.
"I don't want to hear the meat lecture again, guys."
"That because you're getting some?" Seifer laughed wickedly. He was in Squall's art class and knew the situation with the model.
"No, because I don't want to hear the meat lecture!" Squall blushed.
"I think he's upset about the fact that you have an agreement with Quistis that you don't have to paint any girls as long as your oils of me are erotic enough..." Zell laughed.
"I thought you didn't know about that!" Seifer looked shocked.
"Come on Seif, you submit... pictures... to class..." Squall didn't want to finish the details. They made him jealous of what he couldn't and didn't have. A boyfriend. And a hot one at that.
"Yea well..." Seifer promplty changed the subject. "So, Zell, what are we going to do with the new guy at the 'shop?"
"Put him on secretary work, and teach him the trade? I don't suspect that he knows much."
"I hope he knows some..." Squall perked up his interest at the convorsation between the two mechanics. A new guy?
"New guy?" Squall voiced his question.
"Yeah." Zell looked at Seifer, clearly with something on his mind. "Oh yeah, he's got a great southern accent, and the attitude to match. He's like a cowboy, without all the leather." Zell was baiting the hook. And Squall looked like he was going for it. Seifer looked at Zell curiously, but then caught on. Give lonley artist-boy someone more concrete to hold onto. Suddenly Squall looked at his watch.
"Damnit. I've got that model coming in ten minutes."
"Better run."
The Model
Rinoa stood at the enterance to the boys dorms. She flipped her hair nonchalantly, and tried to ignore the students that passed by. She'd been hired by a student to pose for an oil painting. He'd said fully clothed. But they always said fully clothed. They never meant it. All male artists, especially the really pathetic ones, simply did oil paintings of people to see naked women. It was the secret to all art. Or so Rinoa thought. But the truth was, she liked posing nude to be drawn. It made her feel pretty.
One of the students, hotter than the rest of them, caught her eye. Piecey chocolate hair cascaded down his face. He shook it out of his way. His stony eyes scanned the crowd, and caught on Rinoa. She didn't see what she wanted to see in them, which was to say that she didn't see lust, but she saw a recognition.
"Miss Heartilly?" He asked.
"Yes?"
"I hired you as a model."
"Oh, so you're the artist..." Her tone was undeniably seductive.
Squall took a step back.
"I'm an artist, yes..."
"So do you just want me to strip or should we get to know each other a little better first?"
"I specified fully clothed."
"Everyone says fully clothed."
"...How do I explain this. Here's how- I'm not interested. I'm paying you to be drawn. And only because my instructor wants me to paint a girl."
"Very well then Mister Leonheart, wasn't that your name, I'll pose fully clothed." What is this guy? He didn't have to bite my head off like that... And he obviously doesn't know what a good time I'd give him.. She followed him to his room, where he turned on the lights.
"I've got to set up... Um... I need you to wear this." He threw her a black turleneck jacket and a black miniskirt. She started to strip to change right there, and he absorbed himself with setting up the large canvas and the lights. He set her up in a chair and began to paint.
The Instructor
Quistis pushed her reading glasses up onto her head so she could get a closer look at her prized student's newest oil masterpiece. It showed a dark haired, light skinned girl wearing a black shirt surrounded by glistening white snow. However, the girl still looked like she was surrounded in a pillar of smoke. All in all, it was gorgeous. She knew that she was practically drooling.
"Squall. Nice job..."
"Thanks."
"You know, I think you're going to ace this course."
"Thanks."
"Seifer, too."
"Can I see his works?" Squall asked.
"Well... ok. Just don't let them change your opinion of his model." Quistis said tenativley.
"They really ARE eroticicsms of Zell, that's not just the joke... right?" Squall asked incredulously.
"Yeah..." Quistis led Squall to her gallery, and then to the first section- A, for Almasy.
Squall started to browse through the pictures. First was an undeniably erotic sadist and massochist -esque picture, Zell wearing only strips of what looked like leather (but Squall knew that the vegan boys would only have used pleather), and chained to a wall. The next one looked like some fantasy movie thing- Zell wearing a Xena-esque outfit, in a woodsy setting. The pictures continued on these themes, including a few that fit the category of bestiality. Quistis stood back and watched Squall look through.
"So, can you still respect Seifer?"
"This is just making me want to go into their dorm room one night and join them..."
"That sounds like a good idea..." Quistis laughed.
"What, you worried that all the good guys are gay?"
"Why would I care? I was practically sallivitating at that girl. Who is she?"
"Oh, the model? Miss Rinoa Heartilly."
"I'm hiring her for my next oil. And nude."
"She wanted me to do her nude. I practically had to wrestle her into the clothes."
Quistis got a far away look in her eyes.
"Okay, that wasn't something I wanted to know." Squall joked.
"What?"
"I practically saw you fighting her into clothes, and making sure to touch her right."
"Oh, you're sick."
"Not as sick as Seifer."
They laughed, and continued this friendly banter all afternoon.