"Yes." Aiko said quietly, looking back to her food.
Jack's smile faded somewhat, as he noted Aiko's disposition. Shy. Timid. 'Well. Do you like your classes?'
"Yes." Aiko said quietly, taking a little bite of her salad.
'You don't say much. Hey, there's no reason to be imtimidated by me. I don't bite.' Jac flashed a wide grin.
Aiko blinked at him for a moment. "Good to hear..." She said cautiously.
I guess I can stop trying. Jack sighed, defeated. He finished his lunch in silence and pulled out his sketch from earlier.
Despite herself, Aiko glanced up curiously as she started to neatly clean up after her lunch.
The shading of the blossoms was so perfect, but Jack continued to touch it up, and he also added the shadow os craters to the moon.
Aiko held still, silently watching him for a moment.
All the time, Jack was silent, absorbed in his drawing. He pulled out some pastel crayons and colored pencils. He took a subtle pinck and started to fillin the petals, alternating with light red for the tips.
"Perfect." Aiko whispered after a moment of silence. Her cheeks instantly went pink as she regretted saying it. She hurried to stand up.
Jack was brough back to reality at aiko's comment. 'Thank you, I guess.' He responds, hopin got bring her back. He continued his handiwork on the rest of the blossoms and the leaves.
Aiko paused. She stood the awkwardly for a moment before sitting down again. She was silent, putting her words together carefully before speaking. "You are quite talented."
Jack felt his face grow hot and he smiled. 'Thanks. I've been doing this for a long, long time.' He brought the twigs holding the blossoms to life with the pencils and some extra shading.
Aiko felt her cheeks heat up with a light flush. She went back to being silent, not sure how to talk to him.
He continued without her help. 'I started with simple things. Shapes. Vases. Then it was textures. Getting them right. The it was scenes and designs like this,' he guestured to the blossom picture. 'And then anything form there.' Jack smiled.
"I have never been an artist." Aiko said quietly. "You are very talented. Very skilled."
Jack nodded silently, focusing on his sketch. 'Again, Thank you. I appreciate it. No one's ever commented on my skill. Just mocked me.' He finished it with a sinature and flipped to the next page. The shillioutte of a wolf howling against a gigantic full moon.
Aiko looked sad. "Oh. Yes. I know how that is."
Jack smiled, glad to hear more than one word come from her. 'Not, to offend, or anything, but it's plain to see you're a lot like me. The way people avoid you. The sideways glances,' he grimaced, horrid memories flooding through him.