[Oh boy, one of the artsy types. Before he can ask why, the sketchpad is turned around, and despite himself Lutha is making sure it's as Albedo says and not some sort of notes. No, most of it is scribbles, the fleeting placement of shapes and shadows--
But his expression twists up sharply at the third picture.
Sorry, Albedo, he's grabbing for your sketchbook, voice cold.]
I'm not a damn animal. Find something else to study.
🥩 curse you meat 🍖
But his expression twists up sharply at the third picture.
Sorry, Albedo, he's grabbing for your sketchbook, voice cold.]
I'm not a damn animal. Find something else to study.