As I continued to draw, I noticed that someone continueously was looking over at me. My eve shifted over for a moment but then returned to the picture I was working on. Suddenly seeing that this… hm… I guess I would say she was a Poochyena Gijinka yes I will go with that. Suddenly seeing that this Poochyena was trying to sneak a few looks at my sketchbook, I finally just edged my way away a bit. I wondered if the term “reading over your shoulder” would apply to the concept I was feeling but then decided that the term was better rewritten “Staring at you as you draw.” The Poochyena moved once more to try and see what I was drawing, and I once again evaded this notion.
"What are you drawing?" the Poochyena’s voice came in little more than a whisper. I expected that she probably didn’t want to interrupt the introductions, and yet it was very loud in my own ear. 3….2….and… yep right on time like the ticking of a clock, embarrassment sent it. Even understanding that I did indeed have a talent for drawing, even though you will never catch me admitting it a loud, I still had the firm belief that all of my pictures were flawed in one way or another. As my eve moved down the picture, I realized that once again my skattered thought had reproduced some strange obscure picture that meant little to me at that moment. Realizing that the Poochyena was still staring at me, I moved again and whispered back.
"It's nothing,” I answered back as I tried to quickly flip the page of the sketchbook.
"Well, then if it's nothing can I see?" the Poochyena persisted. I blinked. Did the concept of nothing not register? No. It was just a usual response that people gave when they continued to persist or something. I worked up a word to describe that I didn’t want to show the picture when someone seemed to project their voice over the crowd and draw both of our attentions.
“Poochy since you seem to be in the mood to talk, why don't you go?" Estelle said, and almost in conjunction with that, a few people turned around to inspect the fact that we had been talking despite the introductions. Realizing that the Poochyena was all but standing directly over me, I leaned a bit and watched as Poochy all but scrambled to get away and up on the stage. Sighing to myself, I watched the Poochyena’s introduction.
"Uhhh...Well I'm Poochy, the Poochyena. Like Akira said, she found me and my...ex-boyfriend. We were attacked by bounty hunters and then I was captured, my ex-boyfriend I don't know what happened to him, and I guess Akira escaped. I ended up at that research lab and broke out when most of the other club members were breaking out there friend named Sheek." There was a momentary pause from Poochy before she continued. "And that's it!" Poochy all but lunged off the side of the stage and walked back to the corner where I had yet to move.
"Sorry Mear." Poochy said turning a strange shade of red.
“Hm?” I asked not wishing to convey any sort of aggression about how she had insisted on trying to see what I was drawing.
“So can I see the picture now?” she asked lightly, and once again I mentally sighed.
“No,” I said with a dry tone. “Not until I am done with a few pictures at least.”
I looked down at my sketchbook and then methodically flipped it over and closed it to try and somewhat pay attention to those that were still announcing themselves. Realizing that Poochy was still standing by me, I looked down a bit and leaned against the wall.
“There are certainly many people here,” I commented to no one in particular.
Taking the liberty of answering this statement, Poochy continued, “Ya but that just means a lot of friends right?”
With this statement said and left in the air, I had to stop and take a few seconds to consider this. Indeed, more people meant more potential acquaintances, and yet it also meant that there would be more large meetings like this. In the end, I set in my mind that it was somewhat easier just to resort to traveling and drawing once again. However, as was projected before, I doubted I could really leave anymore without a scene of some kind or another. Debating the situation, I finally found myself in defeat and had to consider the rock and a hard place that was presented before me. Either I learned to deal with such large crowds or I would be stuck with the torment every moment that they persisted. The latter seemed extremely lacking in conviction.
Realizing that I had let my thoughts wander, I snapped back into reality only to notice that Poochy had slipped my sketchbook away and had started looking through it. I nearly jumped and tensed.
“Wow these are really good,” Poochy commented as she continued to flip through the pictures all drawn in red ink across the pages.
“T-thank you, now please return my sketchbook,” I said somewhat still unnerved but not wanting to drag unnecessary attention to my predicament.
After another few moments of looking through my sketchbook, Poochy surrendered it, and I somewhat relaxed at having the book returned to me. The tenseness left me, and I found I could be more at peace.
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I just realized that my posts are steadily getting shorter =/ I am going to have to write more lol.
-KC
-Mear
