After that, the two saw each others face to face more often. Though she was held back by her tracking device, she would hover near it to speak with him. He began sketching her with new bought art materials. He's always sketched when he was a child though it'd been a while since he'd done something realistic. His first few sketches were rough and stiff but he began pouring more emotion and depth into his artwork after some time.
She'd pose for him while he sketched her with any material he had brought with him. He drew many of her expressions, sweat beading his brow as he concentrated on every small detail she possessed; a small dimple or a little shading here and there. She once surprised him by bringing a friend once web they were both free.
"This," Max said gesturing to the small girl. "This is Angel. Another one like me."
"Bonjour!" Angel offered him a little wave. "I've heard quite a lot about you."
"You have?" he flipped to a clean page and raised his pencil to sketch the two girls looking at him.
"Max talks about you a lot," she winked at her. "She tells us about how much she loves talking to you and how much she really - "
"I forgot to mention!" Max said clamping a hand over her mouth. "Angel can read minds! Right, Angel?"
Angel giggled innocently. "Yep. See, right now she's thinking - "
"I hear enough about that with the Flock," Max rolled her eyes.
Angel rolled her own blue eyes and sighed. "Okay...Fang thinks you're really beautiful."
A small tint of pink rose on his cheeks. "W-what? Of course she is."
"Aww, thanks Fangie," Max laughed lightly into her hand. "You're so sweet."
"Don't tease him, Max!" Angel prodded her bicep. "He's embarrassed already."
Noticing the blush on her cheeks, she shook her head slightly. Max coughed a couple times and strained up in the air. "Whatever."