Jack followed her and set his own backpack down on the floor as he sat down besides her, folding one leg on the other so his ankle rested on his knee. “T-that sounds interesting though! Me, I-I’m more into painting scenery and people. Cl-clothing isn’t my thing. I’d happily p-paint already established things, though!” he added, eyes all but locked on the sketchbook. Just how many of those had he plowed through as he was growing up, once he was adopted? Far too many.
It had been a treat for Violet when she was actually able, and allowed, to buy the nicest sketchbooks she wanted. As a kid, she’d made do with pages torn from her school notebooks, or sheets taken from the library printers when nobody was looking – Layla Morgan hadn’t been as encouraging of her daughter’s talent as the Maples had been of their son’s.
Violet turned the pages, showing images of her friends around the city and her family back home, as well as a number of featureless figures that were, basically, the sketch equivalent of store mannequins. These were where she truly let her imagination through – in the styles of fantastical gowns and costumes. Normally Violet was proud of her work, but at the moment, she couldn’t help feeling it was a little childish.
Of course his parents being the left-wing ‘hippies’ that they were Jack had been gifted with recycled paper books once they had come into being. Before that he would draw on chalkboards, on the pavement, or with paint on big pieces of canvas his father would get from friends. His home had really been the only place the young, blue child had been able to truly express himself and while most Megaminds branched into technological wonders, Jack had been the one to go with art.
It just spoke to him.
“I like y-your use of shading on this one,” he paused her turning the page when he spotted one of a costume. “It, it’s really nice and I like your technique here, the thatching of the m-material.” Jack said quietly. “These ar-are really good, you show a-a lot of promise! D-do you want to do this s-seriously or i-is it more of just a h-hobby?” he asked, glancing up at her before looking back down at the design.
Jack Maple 