Post by Zephel on Mar 31, 2009 20:49:48 GMT -8
The Visual Arts class is dead quiet. No teacher, no students...well, except one particular redhead. The only sound present is the noise his pen makes when he's sketching on a piece of paper.
Hikaru sighed, his left hand busy with a graphic pen while his right one is supporting his head on his palm. Though his hand is occupied, his mind is travelling elsewhere, according to that blurred look in his eyes.
And well, its safe to say its pretty easy to see what he's thinking of according to his drawing...
(Original picture is copyrighted by its original artist/s. i69.photobucket.com/albums/i45/syani_evil/cutecup-1.png)
Hikaru sighed, his left hand busy with a graphic pen while his right one is supporting his head on his palm. Though his hand is occupied, his mind is travelling elsewhere, according to that blurred look in his eyes.
And well, its safe to say its pretty easy to see what he's thinking of according to his drawing...
(Original picture is copyrighted by its original artist/s. i69.photobucket.com/albums/i45/syani_evil/cutecup-1.png)
