august mingle;

[thecommissary]

This is the general mingle log for August. Feel free to post open top levels for: new arrivals, job duties, general hanging out in common spaces, bonding with your block, and anything else you can think of. There will not be a catch all for the event, so you can put event starters here or in their own separate log!

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[sampler]

Farrah's eyes flick over to him as he approaches, then away to the clock on the wall. He notes the time, hiding it among some crosshatching, before putting down his pencil and shuffling that page to the back of his stack of paper. There's a smoothness to it as if it was simply time for a new sheet. Nothing to do with someone speaking to him, not at all.

There's no verbal answer and his expression doesn't change much, but he nods and gestures at the seat across from him. Then he's drawing again, laying out the basic ovals of a portrait with light strokes near the center of the page.

Their jumpsuits are the same bright orange. Farrah's certain he's seen him around -of course he'd notice someone with such unusual looks- but now he wishes this guy was already in his notes somewhere.

[sharktrash]

Squalo notices the glance at the clock, though he won't decipher the fact it's getting marked anywhere. Maybe the man just lost the sense of time, engrossed in his scribbles, or maybe there's something else going on -- all in due time.

He sits on the bench with an air of grace and smug superiority like a queen taking the throne, tosses his hair over his shoulder and turns to show what he probably considers his better side, resting an arm on the table. To his credit, he stays sort of still, though just a few moments his fingers start half-inadvertly tapping against the table surface, and he's moving his foot up and down, too.

"I've never posed before," he shares conversationally, apparently not particularly minding whether Farrah actually speaks back to him or not. "How long does it usually take?"

[sampler]

His brows twitch up in amusement as he settles in and poses. Not just sits to be drawn, but poses. Farrah adjusts his sketch to match and begins laying in the details of his face.

Then Squalo asks his favorite question. His pupils widen and the edges of his lips curl in a faint smile before he catches himself and returns to his indifferent expression.

"Depends." How long can he get him to sit there for? Is it a good idea to test his patience? No, probably not. Definitely not, in fact. But he can't help himself, and turns his focus from drawing the man's features to his hair instead. It's suddenly very important that he capture the exact angle and length of each strand, to copy the exact way it falls against his forehead and shoulders.

Even better, if he's twitchy now, Farrah might even be able pull a 'oh you moved too much, I have to start over'. That would make his day.

[sharktrash]

Clearly this kind of unquestionably evil shit is exactly why Farrah is in jail to begin with.

Luckily, Squalo has no clue of his nefarious ideas and is trying to have as good a time as he can, which is to say he's already getting a little bored.

"On what?"

He keeps strumming a rhythm with his fingers for a while longer, moves a leg, and finally tilts his head, making the small braid on the left slide forward. Yep, he's totally ruining it for himself. It's almost like he's on some sort of caffeine high, but it's just how he usually is.

[sampler]

"Quality," Farrah answers flatly. He could leave it at that. He could wait for the man to ask for elaboration... but no, he'll answer. No need to get too greedy.

"A better portrait-" he pauses, flicks his gaze back and forth between the braid and the drawing a few times, then sighs and turns his pencil around to carefully erase a couple lines so that he can draw the braid in its new position. "...requires more time."

The implication is of course, that he should want a good portrait, thus should remain. There's barely a face on the page. If he gives up so soon, all he'll have to show for it is a pretty good rendition of his hair with some vague ovals for his eyes, a triangle for his nose, and a curve where his mouth should be.