Better With Your Clothes On

They’ve been coexisting in the empty art room much the same for about fifteen minutes now. Touya had entered the studio expecting to find it empty, to have time to stretch and strip without an audience before his appointment with the new student Giran pointed his way. The waifish figure sitting quietly, expectantly, near the center of the room ten minutes before schedule had surprised him. More so when the freak only answered in grunts and nods. He looked unimpressed then and not much has changed now, but Touya wishes he could catch a glimpse of his lower face, maybe see a blush on his cheeks or just a sliver of more than his dark shaggy hair and piercing red eyes visible above the easel he hides behind. This gig is just as much about the kid's grade as it is stroking his own ego, after all.