[ For a moment, Justin doesn't think Raphael's going to move from where he's standing. He thinks, fleetingly, about the way they'd joked when Raphael had first shown up a little bit earlier, about vampires and having to be invited inside, and he wonders if he has to actually ask him to sit, too, or if maybe he's read things wrong and Raphael isn't as comfortable as Justin assumed he was.
Fortunately, he's not left wondering for too long, and Raphael sits just as Justin's about to ask if he needs to be invited to, so the question is abandoned and Justin closes his mouth instead, quietly relieved but also a little bit pleased. He turns his head slightly to look towards Raphael when their shoulders knock together, but he doesn't draw any actual attention to the contact.
He shrugs, perhaps on purpose so that their shoulders touch again. ]
... Life. [ Justin keeps the answer simple, pausing for a moment before he slides the book over one of Raphael's thigh, waiting for him to take it before he lets it go. It's not meant to be deep, and there's no deeper meaning hidden in the word or anything like that, it's just what it is.
Drawings and sketches of places in Eudio, random objects that caught his eye on his way to or from work, anything he found interesting enough to put time and effort into immortalizing. People he doesn't know mixed in with people he does, none of them seeming to repeat or appear more than once — save for one person.
The second drawing of Raphael is a stark contrast from the first, and probably something Justin's only seen once or twice in person. He thinks, maybe, that the reason Raphael had smiled at all was because he was laughing at something stupid Justin said or did without realizing it. But it was enough that Justin had wanted to capture it, somehow, and make it last a little longer. ]
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Fortunately, he's not left wondering for too long, and Raphael sits just as Justin's about to ask if he needs to be invited to, so the question is abandoned and Justin closes his mouth instead, quietly relieved but also a little bit pleased. He turns his head slightly to look towards Raphael when their shoulders knock together, but he doesn't draw any actual attention to the contact.
He shrugs, perhaps on purpose so that their shoulders touch again. ]
... Life. [ Justin keeps the answer simple, pausing for a moment before he slides the book over one of Raphael's thigh, waiting for him to take it before he lets it go. It's not meant to be deep, and there's no deeper meaning hidden in the word or anything like that, it's just what it is.
Drawings and sketches of places in Eudio, random objects that caught his eye on his way to or from work, anything he found interesting enough to put time and effort into immortalizing. People he doesn't know mixed in with people he does, none of them seeming to repeat or appear more than once — save for one person.
The second drawing of Raphael is a stark contrast from the first, and probably something Justin's only seen once or twice in person. He thinks, maybe, that the reason Raphael had smiled at all was because he was laughing at something stupid Justin said or did without realizing it. But it was enough that Justin had wanted to capture it, somehow, and make it last a little longer. ]