Novel & Cerita Cartoon Guy With Dreads Drawing

I tilted my head and bit my lower lip and look away. His face is full of different colors with different drawings. There's a big black circle around his eyes and if he closes his eyes you could see a another eye on it. I have drawn a hair at circles on his nose and something like a booger on it. I draw a middle finger on his cheeks and a drawl on his mouth. I even made his thick eyebrows thicker! However, he still looks handsome yet funny. My eyes widened when he stood up. "You are done? Then leave!" I gulped so hard and hide the nervousness I'm feeling.

"Start with me." I looked at him. "What?" "Draw me." "You want me to draw you?" "Yes." "I've never drawn a person before." "Then start now." I picked up the pencil. Looked at Cole. Really looked at him. His gray eyes. His sharp jawline. His messy hair. I started drawing. An hour later, I had a sketch. It wasn't perfect. The proportions were off. The shading was wrong. But it looked like him. "That's amazing," Cole said.

The girl was a talkative—something I loved about her. "And why are you still up?" My gaze fell on his drawing book. "Drawing something?" He nodded and sat back on the floor. I took a closer look at the drawing. It was a weird one. Xylon was definitely going to be a good artist when he grew up. But for now, his sketches were still amateurish. Observing carefully, I could tell it was a rough sketch of a man. At least, that was what it looked like. The person had beards and a moustache with a hoodie over his head. The drawing looked poor and unclear, but this was what I could make out.

I would wait till the end. It has been weeks since I have drawn someone's cartoon. Perhaps I only do it when I am sad and happy at the same time. This time, I want to draw a cartoon for Remo. The name alone brings calmness to me. I start from his head and then his round eyes.

He jogged over to the man, who looked like an artist. A lousy artist at that, if his drawings laid on the bench for everyone to see the sign. The canvas showed faces drawn with wild exaggeration. Eyes too large, mouths too wide, noses too long. It is very amusing to watch the drawings. I saw Stavros walking back towards me. “I asked the guy if he could draw us a picture,” he grinned. “A caricature?” I half-frown, half-giggle. I don’t know if I want to see my face drawn crookedly.

His employees had gone home. His secretary had left nearly two hours ago. The cleaning staff had already passed through. Yet he remained where he always remained. Behind his desk. Working. Or at least pretending to. His attention drifted toward the drawing again. A crude picture made with colored pencils. Stick figures. A smiling sun. A flower that looked suspiciously like a potato. And in the middle of everything... A man in a suit. The drawing had clearly been made by a child. A very young child. A very energetic child.

Poor girl was a slave! “Luc, ready to leave?” I called out as I padded down the stairs to the living room, to find my little man bent with his attention on the paper he was coloring. I tiptoed before peeking from his shoulder, then smiled at the little doodles he was drawing on the picture. The back ground was green, the sky blue with flowers all around. The daddy doodle wore a blue cape, with a bold S on the chest, and the mommy doodle wore a red cape with the same S on the chest and between them was a small boy. Emotions clogged my throat at the sight of the picture;

We arrived at their tent to find them drawing. “There are my favorites.” Karson beamed, kneeling in front of them for a hug. “Daddy!” Carl and Karin squealed, jumping into his arms. “What are you two drawing?” I asked. They pulled the papers to show two figures that look like male caricatures and a female caricature of me with crazy hair fighting someone on the ground. “Let me guess, that is me, your daddy, and uncle Lucas fighting the evil lady.” I gestured at the drawings.

When did you start drawing comic characters? " It isn't mine". "Um.. If it isn't yours then who?". "Guess Celeste, guess". Xayne said following the direction the wolf went. "Um I'm not good at guessing, Xayne". "You don't have to guess Celeste, him". She said and Celeste halt. "The Hoodie dude?". "Yeah. He was in the class, long story cut short he vanished again so I'm just gonna go take care of my hand. " Do you need my help? ".

"Could you give us some description of the man so that we can look into him? Remember there is no pressure don’t force yourself to remember[B1] so much just what comes into your mind. Is that okay with you?” I nodded. I had no trouble because I will never forget how that guy looked. Hot but intimidatingly scary. "Sure I will give all details as far as I can remember." A sketch artist was called and I told him exactly how he looked. The man sketched his brown hair, long nose and other features almost accurately. “I think we should call him Mr. X since we don’t know him.” Jenny said eating chips and staring at the drawing. Jonathan chuckled but nodded and I also agreed. Mr. X would definitely