[semi-open]

[ax]

Who: shinjiro aragaki (ax) & various
What: october catchall things
When: october...
Where: everywhere
Warning(s): none? aggressive nursing??

[ ooc: if anyone wants a nurse or to jump in for a random prompt please feel free...! i'm available via pm to plot out anything o/ otherwise this is just going to be a few planned logs. ]

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shinji's debut as a model

[ax]

[ he figures out what yusuke wants easily enough, but it still doesn't make... sense? instead of moving where he was supposed to go, shinji just stands there with a frown. ]

You want me to model?

[ that's a first. ]

... Ain't there nobody else around?

[tricksune]

[ Well, he doesn't sound thrilled, but he's swiftly learning that that may be Shinjiro's default state of being. ]

There aren't. Besides, this can barely be called modeling...

[ Given how poor Yusuke's form is right now (by his standards, anyway), Shinji may as well be standing in for a fruit bowl. He sighs as he plucks one of the brushes out from behind his ear, probably having forgotten about the other. ]

I can paint a more flattering portrait when I'm well, if you'd like.

[ax]

That's not the--

[ problem... shinji falters, taking a moment to glance around the sparse living room with the canvas taking up most of the space on the floor. there's hardly even a path to walk, and he feels slightly trapped if not by the canvas then by yusuke's sudden pushiness. ]

Shouldn't you be in bed, anyway? This ain't the time for painting.

[tricksune]

[ Yusuke is usually a bit better mannered (or tries to be), but his paints and illness make for some extreme tunnel vision. He waves off the concern, poring over his canvas instead, blocking in some shapes with feverish intensity. ]

Nonsense. Any minute of my life could be spent on art.

[ He glances up, maybe to gauge something visually, maybe for conversation's sake. ]

There's no need for concern—it should only take a few hours.

[ax]

[ hours???

ok it's not like shinji had anything better to do with his life, but he still doesn't want to sit here like a bowl of fruit for hours. besides-- yusuke's behavior is a little concerning. he's heard of people having more adrenaline than they should during illness. ]

... How about an hour, and then you take a little break?

[ a nap break, preferably in bed... ]

[tricksune]

[ That he'd entertain this completely ridiculous request for even an hour speaks volumes. Thanks, friend. ]

...Very well. [ He forgets the passage of time with these things; it wasn't unusual for him to wake up at his canvas after working through the night. But asking someone to sit around for more than an hour was probably excessive.

On that note... ] You don't have anywhere else to be?

[ax]

Not really.

[ as long as yusuke isn't expecting model quality out of him, shinji supposes he could spare an hour.

looking around, he locates a chair and slides it over, slumping down with his legs stretched out in front of him. ]

Make it fast.

[tricksune]

[ There's a moment where he looks at him—not really to draw, just a Look, a bit glum. ]

Your posture is horrific.

[ But it doesn't deter him, paintbrush traveling the canvas again before he can follow up with any real gripes. Maybe a deep slouch would better characterize Shinjiro anyway. Though for how he treats this whole task with such dispassion... he's still here, which is a surprise in itself. Yusuke's tone turns distracted, speaking his mind without thinking on what is proper and what isn't. A bad habit when he's ingrained in his work, but at least he doesn't step off with an insult. ]

I must admit, I wasn't expecting you to visit. [ Even in the face of all the Phantom Thief chatter, he didn't seem to want to talk much. ] It's kind of you to stop by.

[ax]

[ well it's too bad about his posture, because he wasn't going to change it. it was yusuke's fault for recruiting a model who wasn't into it at all... so shinji doesn't feel bad. this may not make a great picture, but he suspects yusuke isn't too concerned about it right now. ]

... I wasn't expecting to see you doin' this.

[ he's just going to ignore that comment about how he's kind - he's not. not really. or maybe he just doesn't like to think that he is. ]

When Okumura mentioned you were sick, it sounded like it was bad.

[tricksune]

[ It's an obvious, pointed redirection of the subject (a strange reaction to gratitude—if anything, it was a compliment), but Yusuke goes along with it, absently dipping his brush into more ink. ]

It can be. [ There's no sense in playing at machismo: frankly, he feels awful. He waits for his hand to steady before putting it to paper, though it takes longer than he'd like to suppress a shiver. ] But my failing health is all the more reason to paint while I can, is it not?

[ He takes the brief spikes of frenetic energy and channels them into his work, driving his focus into each sheet of paper he rushes to fill, frowning before he realizes it. ] If I'm too weak to pick up a brush tomorrow, then I will regret not having done so today.

[ax]

[ um. yusuke. you're 17, not some middle aged sack on his death bed?? ]

What if you end up too sick to pick up a brush tomorrow because you did it today, dumbass?

[ shinji can't help the scolding from seeping into his voice. out of everything, overworking and undereating is one of his biggest pet peeves from others. and he's sitting here now, enabling yusuke to further wreck himself. ]

It's more important to rest. Your body can't take all that exertion.

[tricksune]

[ wow excuse you he's a drama queen dying

Anyway, he'd chafe if someone any older were chastising him, but to hear it from one of his peers... Yusuke's brush pauses, which is a feat in and of itself, if only for a moment. He picks back up at the line he'd started, privately bemoaning how uneven it looks now. ]

Perhaps you're right. [ No, he definitely is. ] Still...

[ How does he put this in perspective. ] Are you familiar with Goya? A virtuoso of his time—he fell mysteriously ill and never quite recovered. And yet rather than retiring his easel, it only raised the curtain on a second era of his works... None of the greats have ever allowed their art to collapse before their bodies have.

[ That's probably not even true, and he's rambling, but in his fever he hardly notices or cares. ]

My point is, that is a risk I'll gladly take. Also, could you move a little to the right?

[ax]

[ this all sounds like a load of bs to him TBH. ]

I don't get it. But I ain't an artist. You lot are weirdos.

[ health should come first and foremost. there hasn't been any deaths from this new disease that he's heard of, so shinji's worries are not as heavy as they would be otherwise. maybe that makes it easier to comply to yusuke's request and shifts his chair a little to the right. ]

What have you been eatin'?

[ something nutritious, he hopes. but what are the chances of that. ]