Cray walked into the watch tower quietly and carefully, making sure not to cause a peep. He had his satchel full of art supplies which consisted of warn out crayons, pencils, and watercolors. He also had his paints, even though he probably wouldn't need them at a time like this. He also had his drawing book under his arm. Looking at the watch tower, he noticed that a person was there. He went ahead and sat down as he tried to think of something to draw.
Cray looked up at the person, who happened to be a girl who was singing. In fact, her voice sounded beautiful. Pouring his pencils out onto the watchtower floor, he bit the end of his dark red pencil even though he probably wasn't going to use it anytime soon. Looking back up at the girl, he gave her a smile, looking back down after.
Cray looked over at the girl as he gathered up his colored pencils. "Oh, um, Willow. That's a nice name. I'm Cray Callaghan." He spoke, nodding as he kept on whispering her name just to hear the sound and rhythm come out of his mouth.
Cray returned the smile, looking up at Willow. "Oh. I'm drawing. Well, trying to figure out something or someone to draw." He spoke. "I always go places for inspiration." He commented, readjusting his containers of paints so they were in a different order. "What are you doing here, Willow?"
"Modeling. You model?" Cray asked, putting a red container of paint where the purple container was, but then it was starting to mess with his senses so he put it back where it was before he switched it out.
Cray nodded as he looked back up at Willow. He wasn't very good with talking to girls, or people in general. "Oh. I sometimes model for stuff. Mostly for paintings and things like that. Nothing entirely too special." He stated.
Cray leaned his head over to see the sky and it looked like the sun was probably going to set soon. "That's a great idea!" He exclaimed happily. "Thanks a million, Miss Willow." He spoke, deciding which paints to use before he started tracing the outline.
"Me too. Sometimes I do, but other times I just get scared of doing something that could change this whole entire kingdom." Cray spoke, sighing lightly as he ran his hand through his brown hair. "I find it a bit challenging at some points, but isn't everything a tad challenging?"
( not really sure. cray is just going to paint. maybe they should talk, get to know each other a good bit? )Cray nodded, then he looked back up. "Wait, you snuck out of the castle?" He asked curiously, looking up at Willow. He was amazed that she could even do that without guards following her every move. He had to be careful what he did also. "I can't believe that you made it out. Very talented,"
Cray wiggled his eyebrows playfully. "Ooh. Don't you hate that?" He stated as he started to sketch his outline on the paper. "I have to sneak out all of the time just to see people and people follow me just because I live in a kingdom with fancy things and fancy people." He spoke, shrugging. "It is great to have somebody who can relate to what I'm going through."
Cray listened to Willow as he began to sketch the outline for his painting of the sunset. "Oh wow. I would possibly be freaked out because somebody else was me. Actually, I would be freaked out." He spoke lightly, chuckling. "It's weird because so many people seem to like somebody so much that they actually want to be them. And that's the creepy part."
"Mostly because clones are pretty scary," Cray started. "And people pretending to be you just because they are a huge fan of you is kind of like a clone. That is pretty scary." He finished, looking back down and tracing a bit more of his outline. Looking back up, Cray lightly laughed. "Oh dear. Now that does sound scary."
Cray winced at the thought of fake blood on any of his belongings, even things that weren't his. "Ooh. That kind of sounds pretty scary. I'm not so sure if I would like that kind of thing."
Cray shook his head. "Nope. Not that I know of to be honest with you." He responded. "I'm actually a pretty likable guy in my opinion." He spoke, setting his pencil down and biting the tip of the eraser.
Cray looks back up, giving Willow a big grin. "Bye, Willow! It was a pleasure to meet you!" He chirped happily as he went back over to his drawing that he had just started.
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