Here's a silly little photostory with some of my dollies. :3
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| Izzy: are you sure you want to do this? |
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| Mathilda: yes! |
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| Izzy: but you will be naked! |
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| M: that doesn't bother me, besides... we could use a bit of extra money. |
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| I: but the image of you naked will be burned into my retinas forever! |
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| M: that is certainly terrible, but i'm sure you can handle it. I: ugh fine. ill just paint with my eyes closed. | | | | | | | | | | |
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| M: you're so silly. |
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| I: takes one to know one! |
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| Noah: well look who decided to show up. you are late isobel. |
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| Izzy: my heart is bleeding |
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| N: just take a seat. |
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| I: by the way, here's your nude model. signed, sealed, delivered. |
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| M: uhm... hi, im mathilda |
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| N: hello, nice to meet you. i'm noah. |
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| N: you can get naked... i mean change over there |
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| M: *giggle* |
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| N: *blush* M: i'll be back in a moment. | |
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| N: alright class... let's get started. |
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| N: pay attention to the basic shapes and proportions before moving on to details... |
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| N: notice her delicate lines, the creasing of the fabric... capture that smooth silk complementing her feminine softness... |
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| N: her curves... |
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| N: ...her hair, so light and fluffy.... |
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| Class: ?!?!?! |
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| N: her eyes.... |
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| N: Isobel! just what are you doing? |
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| I: you must not disturb, for i am busy working. |
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| N: well, that is just great. only problem is, the model is behind you. I: do not worry, sensei. i shall complete my masterpiece yet. |
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| N: alright, take a break everyone. |
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| Both: so.... |
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| M: thanks for letting me model for your art class. |
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| N: oh, the pleasure is all mine! |
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| N: would you like a croissant? |
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| M: oh my, no thank you! i'm on a diet. |
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| N: ah, yes of course, im sorry. |
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| M: i'd like some water if you have any. |
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| N: yes, i do! |
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| N: here you go. M: thank you! |
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| M: hm, this smells weird... |
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| N: oh! |
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| N: oh no!! it's my turpentine!!! |
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| M: eep! |
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| N: i'm... so sorry! i didn't realise i'd taken the wrong bottle! |
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| N: here, have an apple instead? |
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| M: phew, that was interesting... N: uh, really sorry about that. |
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| *crunches paperbag* |
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| M: oh it's ok... |
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| M: hopefully i'll have better luck with this apple |
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| N: heh. |
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| *crunches* |
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| M: thank you for the apple, it is yummy. |
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| N: you're welcome... |
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| M: you look like you want to ask me something |
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| N: uh well... yes... will you... or would you... maybe... go out with me... despite the turpentine? |
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| M: sure! |
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| N: really..? M: yes, really. |
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| Izzy; what's going on here? M&N: uhm... nothing... |
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| N: very good, gabriela. |
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| I: sensei! i am so done!!! |
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| Izzy: ta-daa! Noah: oh... |
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| I: well, what do you think? amazing, right? |
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| I: yep so totally awesome. enjoy! i'm outta here. |
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| N: well... that certainly leaves me speechless. M: oh dear... |
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| ~The End ~ |
