She laughed softly before taking a sip of her drink. Her face distorted somewhat at the taste, but slowly, Sarah was getting adjusted to it. Placing the drink down on a napkin, her eyes focused on the liquid inside whilst talking. “Well, I doubt you have any of mine. They are not really that valuable. Perhaps after I die, you might hang one on your wall.”
With a smile, Sarah rested an elbow on the surface before her and tilted her head to rest her cheek at her closed fist. “Even then, I have to wonder.” Looking at the soda he drank, her eyes trailed over to his features with a curious expression crossing her features.
“Hey, every artist has that spot where they come into their own.” He set the can of soda beside the register as he spoke. “No need to be that morbid.”
Now that he was sitting she be able to make out random small scales here and there on his neck. Leaning back the way he was, there was also a brand that was slightly visible on his left wrist.
“Morbid? No no, Rune. I didn’t mean for it to sound like that. But it is rather true, an artist is often well known after their passing, their works admired and placed upon white-washed museum walls for display, or bought to adorn someone’s expensive home.” She twitched her lips slightly to form a smile, though it was now well hidden behind the glass she was drinking from.
But, as she spoke, she did notice the intricate details upon his flesh. Sarah’s eyes narrowed slightly as her scrutinizing gaze lingered on the scales a little too long. Finally, curiosity finally made Sarah break her silence, “May I ask, what exactly.. are you?” She didn’t mean for it to sound so blunt, perhaps the alcohol was finally taking its effect.
She was rather a light-weight, wasn’t she.
