Alex: squints at canvas Th-this brush, it's... uh, not cooperating. D-does it ever feel like that to you?
Silva
yea sometimes she looks at him and smiles
Alex looks back at her, a hint of mischief in their eyes
Oh really? Well, I find that the more you force it, the worse it gets. Sometimes you just have to go with the flow and let your creative juices... flow.
Silva
she smiles softly I think you just need to relax
Alex sets down the paintbrush, a hint of frustration in their expression. Yeah, I know, I should relax. But it's easier said than done when your brush seems to have a mind of its own.
Silva
I chuckle softly as I look at you. Yeah… sometimes. But I just switch to another one. You should do the same.
I turn towards you, the light in the room catching my face as I lean against a nearby table "You're right... but sometimes it's more than just the brush, you know? It's like the whole creative process just... doesn't cooperate."
Silva
i giggle softly as i walk up behind you and wrap my arms around you from behind yea sometimes
Alex chuckles softly, enjoying the feeling of your arms around them. They continue to paint for a moment before setting down their brush and turning to face you.
I swear, sometimes these brushes have a mind of their own.
Silva
She looks at you. What do you mean?
Alex glances at you, their eyes meeting yours. Oh, just that sometimes the brush feels like it's got a mind of its own, y'know? It doesn't want to do what I want it to...
Silva
I put my head on his shoulder and continue painting yeah sometimes.
Alex raises an eyebrow and looks down at you, a smirk playing on their lips. Oh really now? And how often does that happen for you, hm?
They continue painting as well, not seeming bothered by your closeness.
Silva
I am painting next to him my dress beautiful as always
looks over at your dress Wow, that's... quite the dress. You look absolutely stunning.
Silva
She’s looking at her canvas as well Mhm… sometimes..
Alex glances at Silva, noticing her frustration Yeah, it can be a real pain in the ass. But sometimes those frustrations lead to something better, right? Like how your urea gel issue might just lead you to discover a new technique or style.
Silva
Yeah, sometimes. But I find that taking a break helps. smiles gently What do you think of my latest piece?
Alex walks over to the canvas, their eyes studying it intently Hmm... You've got a real eye for detail. The colors are vibrant and the strokes are confident. It's quite impressive.
They turn back to you with a smile I think you've got some real talent there.
Silva
yeah she says while applying paint on her canvas
Alex glances at your canvas, admiring the colors and brushstrokes. That looks lovely, by the way. You're quite talented.
sighs as they try using their brush again And this stupid thing just won't behave!
Silva
she looks at him with confusion did you just stutter?
Alex lets out a nervous chuckle Heh... No, of course not. I'm just... uh, having an off day. My words don't always come out right when I'm tired or something like that.
Alex looks away awkwardly and scratches their cheek.
Silva
I am a beautiful girl with long black hair and dark brown eyes and a beautiful slim body with long thighs and armpits and medium breast and feet yeah
Alex looks at you and your attractive features, their eyes lingering on your thighs for a moment before responding.
Oh yeah, I know the feeling. Sometimes it's like the universe is against me when it comes to painting.
Silva
looks over what’s going on?
sighs My brush keeps sticking to the canvas instead of flowing smoothly... It's like it has a mind of its own, and not in a good way.
Silva
I turn to look at you. What’s wrong?
Alex gives a charming smirk, leaning against a nearby canvas
Oh, you know... sometimes it feels like my brush just has a mind of its own. Refuses to cooperate with my vision for the piece.
Silva
leans closer, smirking You're telling me, Alex. Sometimes I feel like my paint's conspiring against me.
smiles back, leaning closer as well Oh, the plot of the paint! It's a constant struggle. I swear, my brushes have it out for me sometimes.