[OTA] Casual Sketches

[cipherspeak.livejournal.com]

Elisha isn't in his office. He's not in his rooms, either, or his studio for that matter. If someone was looking for the King of Clubs, they'd have to go through all the usual suspects and some of the more unusual ones - the training rooms, the kitchens, the offices of the other Club Faces - before they came across him in a secluded corner of Club Castle's vast library. It's not the worst place to do paperwork. But he's not doing paperwork, of course. More...doodling. Faces instead of shapes, this time. There's one of Eileen, one of Hadyn, and maybe a few other random and not so random people. As like as not, they won't ever develop into anything more than this, but it's relaxing.

It gets his mind off everything else for a few moments, at least. At least, until someone finds his hiding place. Or, hey, maybe the library will sprout a picturesque cottage. Anything, apparently, is possible.

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[bitchwithabite.livejournal.com]

Whatever. She's fine. She's breathing. Fuck this temper bullshit. But holy shit, no one person should be able to make her feel so small with such...stupidly insignificant words. Shaking her head, she waved a hand again. Vague gestures help take away from...everything. Right? Particularly her own inexplicably rising blood pressure.

"Lookin' for Dr. James. He's not in his clinic, so I thought I'd...look." And here Elisha was, far from being who she was looking for.

[cipherspeak.livejournal.com]

"He's packing to leave," Elisha says. Still not drawing trolls, which is a plus sign, but however nuts Amy Sinclair is - which is not insignificant, given that apparently she still can't manage to play at polite with higher ranks - it's not like she's making his day difficult. "A two week sabbatical. He might be running errands in Town or at his house."

[bitchwithabite.livejournal.com]

"...Oh. Uh-huh. Okay, thanks, I guess."

And she's watching for a minute longer before rubbing her face and letting loose a loud sigh. Blown opportunities all over again. Fabulous.

"Um. Have a decent day, and, uh. Hope the whole. Drawing. Thing goes well."

Can she flee now? Please?

[cipherspeak.livejournal.com]

If it's any consolation, it's not like he's going to tell anyone about this little interlude. It's just another head-shaking moment with Amy Sinclair.

"Thanks," he tells her. "I'll attempt to draw reasonable doodles of your boss." Although Victor with horns would be hilarious. Just not wedding present appropriate. "Have a nice day, Miss Sinclair."