Strokes of Genius, Thursday

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Still pretty cranky over what had happened a week ago when she was here, Katchoo was slouched behind the counter with her Griffin Silver CD collection (it'd be easy to think she never listened to anything else) and her sketchbook -- the fourth one she'd gone through since she'd arrived, actually, not counting the margins of her notebooks. Okay, most of the pages of her notebooks too.

More and more lately, the subject matter of her sketches had drifted toward male figures; she wasn't sure exactly why, and didn't care to probe the question much. But she had to admit, as much as she'd hated being a guy that day last week (for more reasons than one) it certainly gave her an interesting new perspective on her artwork.

[OOC: Still OCD-free. There are no metaphors for OCD-free-ness that I can come up with at the moment that aren't in questionable taste, though. My brain scares me.]

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He slipped into the store, looking a little lost as he did, and looked around before spotting Katchoo. He remembered her from a brief conversation or two but didn't want to bother her too much.

When it became obvious that his small experience in class didn't provide him much for making an educated choice on supplies to work on some private artistic attempts, he made his way over to her and waited a short distance, quietly, so that he didn't disturb her sketching.

Whenever she was done, she could help him. If, er, she wanted to.

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Katchoo did, at some point, have to stop to pick up her eraser, which didn't take too long considering her complete lack of formal training; it was when, with a muttered curse, she did reach for it that she looked up and noticed Liir.

She froze briefly, thinking for half a moment that it might have been Francine, which after last Thursday would have made for a pretty awkward meeting.

"Yeah?" she asked, somewhat less hostile than she might have been; she did remember him giving her baked goods, after all.

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"I was wondering if you could help me pick out things to try, er," and his eyes fluttered towards her sketchbook, "sketching. Art. Whatever you think best."

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Katchoo let out a light snort of amused laughter. "You're not gonna find me on PBS talking art for beginners," she told him. "I'm not an expert, I just feel my way around. Unless you want me to give you some long speech about paper weight and lead softness? I can probably pull one out of my ass."

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He shook his head.

"You're welcome to leave your backside be," he said with a flash of a smile. "Mostly, I wanted a good sketchpad and a new pencil sharpener."

And he blushed, though don't ask him why if you don't want to be very very confused.

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Katchoo, not being the type to pry, wasn't going to ask, although she did notice.

"I like these (http://www.dickblick.com/zz103/50/)," she said, tapping the edge of the black hardbound sketchbook in front of her. "Kind of pricey, but you don't have the hassle of wire binding or paper covers getting ripped up."

They also had that certain air of mystery to them, or so she liked to think. Black binding and all.

"Pencil sharpeners . . . long as they're not dull, I'm usually not picky."

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He nodded and looked around the store.

"Where would those be, if you don't mind me asking? The sketchbooks?"

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"Oh, right." Katchoo wasn't very good at this whole helping-people thing; she left her own sketchbook open on the counter and gestured for him to follow her back toward the right section of the store. "You new at this whole art thing?"

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"If it isn't a chore, I'm usually new at it," he admitted with a nod as he followed her.

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"Yeah, me too," Katchoo admitted.

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He looked at her for a moment before nodding and looking for the sketchbooks. He didn't want to ask her about it. Just as he hated explaining.

"But the class is interesting."

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"Except for the happy trees," Katchoo said wrly. "That was just scary."

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"I find most television creepy, but that was another level entirely."

He shuddered a little.

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"Yeah, good thing you missed that vampire detective show last night," Katchoo told him. "That was just messed up."

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He ducked his head a little.

"No, I saw it. I stopped in to see Tony."

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"Oh." Katchoo gave him an oddly sympathetic look. "Yeah, I can see why it scares you."

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He ducked his head.

"It wasn't too terribly bad. Mostly it's the whole idea of it that bothers me, and that's more to do with the things people believe where I'm from than anything specific that happened."

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"Yeah," Katchoo said thoughtfully, "you're not from this world, are you?"

A beat, and she shook her head. "I still can't believe I can say things like that and mean 'em."

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"I met someone from a world like this one before I even came here," he admitted, "so it wasn't quite so surprising. But yes, not from this world. I'm assuming you are?"

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"More or less." Katchoo picked up an eraser and spun it between her index fingers. "Mine's a lot less wacky than this one. No flying people, no magic. Just some damn evil people, sometimes."

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"That's common enough. Though if all things heard are to be believed, one of the worst of them came from a world like this one," he said with a shrug.

"But there are evil people everywhere. It's a constant."