Strokes of Genius, Thursday

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Katchoo was kind of sorry she'd stayed really late in town yesterday, working on the poster designs for the Art Crawl (she had to fistpump mentally when she said it -- it was like a compulsion that kind of weirded her out), once she heard the radio. Oh well. Maybe there was video.

She was still humming Queen today when she got to the shop and started working on the posters, but she'd come prepared and actually brought some Queen CDs with her. Griffin Silver'd just have to suck it up for one day.

Huh. She wondered what he was up to these days.

[OOC: The OCD set sail on the S.S. Minnow for a three-hour tour, so open. I overslept so bizarre post is bizarre . . .]

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Worf was running out of ideas of what he could buy at an art store. Most of his knowledge regarding art meant that you used paint and brushes.

So he brought a ruler to the counter. And a pencil eraser.

"Hello," he said gruffly putting the items on the counter.

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"Hey," Katchoo said almost as gruffly (no, really). She raised an eyebrow at the items as she pushed the poster design to one side, but in a stunning display of tact (from her) all she asked was, "Some minimalist thing today?"

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"I need to erase a line and then draw a straight one," Worf replied.

Yes. It sounded lame to him too but he hoped the gruff tone pulled it off.

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Well, all the other people she'd met from other planets were singularly weird, so, Katchoo decided, why should he be any different. Who knew? Maybe it was some kind of huge symbolic thing.

"Right," she said. "Were you gonna draw the straight line with the eraser, or are you already set with a pencil?"

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"Yes. I have several. They are #2 and are quite adequate," Worf replied looking uncomfortable. "That is the correct pencil to use, correct?"

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"Sure, if you're takin' the SAT or some crap." Katchoo shrugged. "I mean, hey, if it works for you I'm not knocking it. You want a darker line, though, there's softer leads than that."

She noticed the uncomfortable look but, not being the type to pry (or, you know, give a crap mostly) she didn't ask.

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"If I want a darker line I'll push harder on the pencil," Worf replied.

Yeah. He's quite an artist.

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Katchoo wasn't laughing. She wasn't, really.

Trying really hard to keep that one corner of her mouth from twitching as she rang up the eraser and ruler, mostly.

"Hey, I'm not gonna tell you it's not a valid technique."

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"You make it sound as if it is not a valid technique," Worf grumbled.

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"I didn't say that," Katchoo objected. Even though she'd totally implied it.

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"You implied that it wasn't," Worf grumbled.

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"Hey." Katchoo held both hands up. "By my standards, maybe, but maybe they're not your standards."

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"What exactly are your standards then?" Worf asked in a challenging sort of way.

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"Probably not yours," Katchoo drawled. Some people might think she didn't have any, but she wasn't mentioning that. She disagreed with that evaluation anyway.

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"Very well," Worf replied taking his money out and placing it on the table. "Then I will use what I want to draw."

Not that he did. Ever.