Novel & Cerita Namine Drawing

“Understood.” “No. I mean it.” “I will be on your side, no questions, or I sleep on the couch.” “Good!” So I went back to my drawing. So far he had a big love heart with my name in it over his left peck. I had then drawn a really bad version of roses and vines around it to go with the ones on his arm. There were also ‘Don’t mess with Ada’, ‘Ada is queen’, ‘Ada forever’ as well and some daisies… well, my bad version of daisies. I really am not that good at drawing, but I try.

“What makes you think that I have somebody in mind to draw ?” “Because you are the one who first brought up the suggestion of drawing someone as a representation of beauty so it’s safe to assume you thought about it first. Or did you not ?”. “Wow. You are getting smart “. Nate rolled his eyes. “I’ll take that as a compliment, thank you very much “. “It was meant to be a sarcastic reply “. “It doesn’t matter “. Ivan dabbled with the colors on his palette playfully before turning to Nate again. “I want to draw Nathan Calloway “.

“We’re going to change some of Mr. Wayne’s dressings. Might be best to give us a few minutes.” Adrian winces at the formality. “I wish they’d just call me Adrian.” I stand. “We’ll be right outside.” Liam hops down from the chair and takes Penelope’s hand. “Can I show you my drawings?” She beams. “Of course.” We head to the small waiting area down the hall. Liam pulls out the same notebook and flips to a page filled with bold colors and little scribbles of stick people. “This one’s me and Daddy,” he says. “And this is Mommy.”

I asked, crouching beside him. Without hesitation, he held up the paper and showed it to me proudly. “This is my family.” I looked at the drawing. There were three figures, sketched with bright, cheerful colors. In the center, a small child with the name Noah written above him. On the left, a man with black hair and a tie—clearly Liam. And on the right… a woman with long hair in a red dress. Emily. Her name was written, too. I wasn’t in the picture.

“Then let us see it.” I joined them in the dining area where a large sheet of taped together paper covered the table. Paint had spilled beyond its edges, leaving colorful marks across the wood, but the effort behind it was unmistakable. “That is our house,” Nico said proudly, pointing to a roughly drawn structure filled with uneven lines. “And that is us,” Nina added, pointing at a group of stick figures drawn close together. “That is Mommy, Piera, and Uncle Francesco.” Francesco smiled faintly as he studied the drawing, but then his attention shifted to a figure placed slightly apart from the rest. It was a simple stick figure with no distinguishing features, separated from the group by a n

“I don't know currently, I'll tell you later. And you can't laugh not tell anyone, not even Carmen, Promise??” This must be something great, since Carmen must not see it. “You've my words, simply get your ass up and allow me to see.” Katie sat in her seat and Robert got on one knee close to her with his elbow on the desk. She lifted the cover a portion of an inch, then shut it. “Try not to chuckle.” Robert didn't giggle or say anything. The drawing was of a female champion with her feet broadly planted and her arms over her head, using a giant club. She was wearing boots that went dependent upon her knees, and that's it.

“You like it?” “I love it.” And will keep it somewhere private, away from external eyes. There are three stick figures, I tap the one in the middle. It has a nest on its hair and the figures by her side are on low cut, I think. The twins are staring at me like they can see through my false enthusiasm. With their matching gowns, they make quite the formidable team. Feeling bad for leaving a quiet Brianna out of our conversation, I take her hand. It is warm to touch. She’s always warm, always asleep. “What’s the name of your drawing?”

He greeted me with a warm smile. “Mr. Spencer, Nina had a great day at school today.” I nodded, locked up my scooter, and stood by the entrance to wait. When the dismissal bell rang, Nina ran out from the crowd, her backpack bouncing on her shoulders. She was holding up a sheet of drawing paper. “Grandpa, look!” She ran up to me and stood on tiptoe, lifting the drawing in front of my eyes. On the paper, there were two people. One was a tall old man in slip-on shoes, smiling warmly.

Isn't he the cutest shit ever. I smiled and took the paper from him, i looked at it, "What did you draw for me ?" He pointed at something that looks like an alien I swear, "This Ashton." He said, then he pointed at the other alien with a long hair beside him, "This Katherine." I chuckled at how he referred to them by their names. His finger pointed at the smallest alien beside them, "And me." "You definitely have a talent, don't you ?" I said with a low chuckle.