01-26-2021, 12:55 AM
And then, as if she could hear his very thoughts, Goldenluxury appeared. Michael glanced over at her with a smile, glad to see her out and about, enjoying the things she used to enjoy. He had seen Goldie's art once or twice before, but he couldn't really say anything about the quality of it. That wasn't to say he didn't like the tigress's art. He loved her pieces, especially her own tattoo, but he knew nothing about how they were when it came to critique. He hardly knew how to draw a circle anymore without screwing it up – mainly thanks to the fact that only having one working eye kinda messed with his steadiness. Tilting his head to one side, the bobcat spoke up after Goldie, smiling lightly, "Ah, Goldie's paintings... they're really great! I wonder if the two of you could collaborate at some point. Like, you sketching and Goldie painting over that sketch... I bet it would be real impressive." The Typhoon certainly wouldn't suffer from a bit more art around. That wasn't to say their group was uncultured, he just thought that spaces like the tavern could benefit from a bit more color.
— Reggan
— Reggan