( he hums, looking up through the window & towards the moon. )
It’s a foggy night, one of my favorites. Have you felt any different walking in the fog, mr. Officer? Anything in particular, so long as it is unusual.
( at that, he can’t contain his huff, amused by an officer’s apparent foolishness. )
That I do, yes. In nights like these I oftentimes find the ... inspiration I need. Ah...
Is that all you do at night, officer? ( asked calmly, almost nonchalant —— with only the smallest undertone in each word. ) wander. Time precious as it is, doesn’t it sound like a waste? Unless you have some unknown facility for arts that can benefit from it, that is.
⠀I— ah , yes . You could say such .
⠀[ Digits reached up to the rim of his hat , excuse quickly muttered as he tugged it closer to his eyes . ]
⠀There isn't much to do but wander at such an hour .
( rather lively, bold. Perhaps the cold breeze did favor him considerably. A few more lines drawn; one, two, three —— until he’s done. )
You look magnificent, my love.
( this, too, was no novelty. )
It’s ... quite a sightly evening, isn’t it, dear @arsdiavolo? Ah, tilt your head just a little more to the side —— yes, I’m almost done with the sketch.
@arsdiavolo Merely one night?
( he chuckles; pure, youthful, as though untouched by time’s passage —— nothing extraordinary when it came to these late night encounters with it who owned his heart. )
And here I thought we were finally settling.