[The canvas itself is just blocked out with color, with vague shapes. Red, midnight blue, black. Whatever is there is just a concept more than an image, at least right now.
But he's not thinking of that anymore. He twists his body to face Alec, his free hand gripping the one on his leg.]
Alec...
[Searching his face. Clearly this is worth a response worthy of the event, but everything is fighting for dominance, and he almost doesn't know which one to pick. Give him a second.]
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But he's not thinking of that anymore. He twists his body to face Alec, his free hand gripping the one on his leg.]
Alec...
[Searching his face. Clearly this is worth a response worthy of the event, but everything is fighting for dominance, and he almost doesn't know which one to pick. Give him a second.]