The Park; Tuesday Afternoon, after Classes.

[by137.livejournal.com]

As the sketchbook discarded in the grass might have suggested, A.J. had come out to the park to do some sketch work, probably to work on the graphic novel or brush up his realism for his *ahem* brilliant new series. But, as indicated by the fact that he was flat on his back, limbs slightly sprawled and letting out the occasional happy sigh, there wasn't any work being done. Apparently, lying in bed all morning hadn't been enough relaxation, but, really, he was just in a really great mood. Life was good, and he just wanted to enjoy it for a bit. Things didn't usually stay this good for him, so, yeah, he was going to make sure he reveled in it a little before he messed something up again.


[[ posted with a particular person in mind, but open for all your park or A.J.-bothering needs. up early because of work later ]]