She frowned, her eyebrows furrowing as she stared down at a piece of paper, a piece of paper that seemed to be mocking her with its utter incompleteness.
Biting her lip, she played with her pencil as she thought of what to do. How could she finish this utterly hopeless thing..?
Her calloused hands were already itching to do something,
anything, just to get rid of the boredom. Sitting still never was an easy thing for her, after all. But no, she was strong, and she wouldn’t submit to the temptation that was laziness.
“Tch. Why does the male anatomy have to be so hard to draw...”
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...I don't know what that was either. I really don't.
...
Okay, I lied. But damn, I'm really in a pinch here. I want to finish my drawing, but yeesh, the male anatomy is so...muscly...
My brain really can't handle the MACHO-ness...but I HAVE to, if I want to make the drawing beautiful...
...though it's not as if it'll become beautiful even if I know how to draw MUSCLES...
GAH, LAPU-LAPU, WHY ARE YOU SUCH A MACHO MAN. I really can't handle the SIX-PACK you have...