Yusuke had largely ignored his fellow residents around the orphanage. Not because he wanted to be rude or anything, so much as his first day had left him with so many odd ideas and bits of inspiration to paint. He hadn’t wanted it all to go to waste while it was fresh in his mind. The spark needed to be nurtured lest he fail to capture anything at all. Just because he wasn’t in his world didn’t mean the things that mattered to him there meant nothing here. If anything, they meant more.
So he’d sketched, he’d drafted, he’d begun rough outlines and tried to get them all out of his head and onto paper or canvas. Spent all of his beginning funds on oil paints from a shop in the market to go with the few that had been in his satchel when he arrived, and set himself up to just focus and work.
Unfortunately, this meant he was so focused on what he was doing he never really… Left the room once he got started. It wasn’t that Yusuke wasn’t aware that there were other things he could (should) be doing as time passed. He was conscious of the gnawing feeling growing in his stomach, but it wasn’t like it would kill him to just finish what he was doing and then grab something to eat… A few more strokes, one completed canvas, and then he’d get up. Just a couple more minutes. And then a couple more. Maybe an hour.
And yes, no one had seen him in a couple of days.
Yusuke hadn’t even expected to hear the gentle kick to his door, tuning it out for a moment as he drew the brush through paint to begin on some trees around the edge of the piece he was working on. Then his brush paused as it moved to the canvas, and his head tilted slightly. “What was that?” He murmured, before deciding he might have just been hearing things.
But then there was another kick, and he realized that he wasn’t hearing things, and set things down next to the easel he’d set up. Pushing himself to his feet, he blinked from the vague rush the sudden movement gave him, trying to clear his vision before he moved across the room. “Is someone there?” He uttered in a soft tone, opening the door and peering out. He had to look down, though, to spot the culprit. Yusuke’s hands and a bit of his cheek were smudged with a variety of shades, and he had a tired look about him… But otherwise, he seemed surprised to see someone there at all. “Oh…? Hello, miss. Was there something you needed?”
3. Feed the Artist [Orphanage]
So he’d sketched, he’d drafted, he’d begun rough outlines and tried to get them all out of his head and onto paper or canvas. Spent all of his beginning funds on oil paints from a shop in the market to go with the few that had been in his satchel when he arrived, and set himself up to just focus and work.
Unfortunately, this meant he was so focused on what he was doing he never really… Left the room once he got started. It wasn’t that Yusuke wasn’t aware that there were other things he could (should) be doing as time passed. He was conscious of the gnawing feeling growing in his stomach, but it wasn’t like it would kill him to just finish what he was doing and then grab something to eat… A few more strokes, one completed canvas, and then he’d get up. Just a couple more minutes. And then a couple more. Maybe an hour.
And yes, no one had seen him in a couple of days.
Yusuke hadn’t even expected to hear the gentle kick to his door, tuning it out for a moment as he drew the brush through paint to begin on some trees around the edge of the piece he was working on. Then his brush paused as it moved to the canvas, and his head tilted slightly. “What was that?” He murmured, before deciding he might have just been hearing things.
But then there was another kick, and he realized that he wasn’t hearing things, and set things down next to the easel he’d set up. Pushing himself to his feet, he blinked from the vague rush the sudden movement gave him, trying to clear his vision before he moved across the room. “Is someone there?” He uttered in a soft tone, opening the door and peering out. He had to look down, though, to spot the culprit. Yusuke’s hands and a bit of his cheek were smudged with a variety of shades, and he had a tired look about him… But otherwise, he seemed surprised to see someone there at all. “Oh…? Hello, miss. Was there something you needed?”