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Roman glowed when Samuel complimented his art. He was no stranger to compliments -- he received many a day and for many different things, his art, his acting, his music, his impeccable good looks. But to hear them from Samuel and other people who meant the world to him made the young Australian boy inexplicably happy.
"Thanks, gorgeous," he said brightly, leaning over to peck Samuel on the lips before flipping to the page opposite the drawing and adding some notes, such as the length of time it took him to draw, and pasted down the reference image he hadn't used whatsoever but was required. "My art teacher loves me. She says that if I pursued art as a career I'd be the next Da Vinci but, like, he was good at maths, and anyway, tattoos are art so I'll do that."
With the drawing complete Roman set his sketchbook away and dragged his maths stuff forward with a heavy sigh. He was actually incredibly bad at all forms of maths. He was in the lowest branch of the class -- he'd only even taken the class because his father had insisted he keep his options open -- and he only managed to scrape through with average grades across all areas of the subject. Roman hated being bad at things.
"Right, trigonometry, kill me now."
"Thanks, gorgeous," he said brightly, leaning over to peck Samuel on the lips before flipping to the page opposite the drawing and adding some notes, such as the length of time it took him to draw, and pasted down the reference image he hadn't used whatsoever but was required. "My art teacher loves me. She says that if I pursued art as a career I'd be the next Da Vinci but, like, he was good at maths, and anyway, tattoos are art so I'll do that."
With the drawing complete Roman set his sketchbook away and dragged his maths stuff forward with a heavy sigh. He was actually incredibly bad at all forms of maths. He was in the lowest branch of the class -- he'd only even taken the class because his father had insisted he keep his options open -- and he only managed to scrape through with average grades across all areas of the subject. Roman hated being bad at things.
"Right, trigonometry, kill me now."