Novel & Cerita Sanji Drawing

"Man, you still draw like a pro," Diego said, watching Juan's pencil move across the paper. "Too bad you waste it on stupid shit like this." Juan flinched but kept drawing, his fingers trembling slightly. The only sound in the deserted store was the impact of a pencil on paper. Edward leaned against the counter and drummed his fingers anxiously, while Seth stood with his arms crossed and his jaw gritted. Finally, Juan set down the pencil. "There." His voice was barely above a whisper.

Lucian Voss I was still holding the paper in my hand long after the door closed behind me. I didn’t even realize it at first, but my fingers had tightened around it like I was afraid of letting it go. It was a child’s drawing, done in crayon, the lines uneven and rough. There were three stick figures. One tall figure was labeled “Mr. Lucian.” The next was a woman with long hair, drawn with wide strokes and labeled “Mama.” Between them stood a small boy with messy curls and a wide smile. He had no label because I didn’t need one.

Nothing pulls me out of a weird mood faster than doodling. As we go through the scene for the umpteenth time, I find myself doing rough sketches of the men in front of me. None of my drawings ever look particularly realistic - my doodles have more of a cartoony, comic book style - but I'm pretty proud of how they turn out. Once I've done Omar and Mr. Grand, I move on to the person I really want to doodle - Orlando. I don't get him right the first time. Or the second. Or the third. At first I can't seem to get his hair right, but by the end it's his eyes that are giving me the most trouble. Nothing I draw can capture how startling and direct they are.

He rushes in and stops at the edge of Adrian’s bed. Adrian’s eyes widen in surprise. “Hey, champ.” Liam pulls out a folded paper from his bag. “I made you a drawing.” Adrian tries to sit up straighter. “Let’s see.” Liam hands it over carefully. It’s a crayon sketch of the three of us—me, Liam, and Adrian—holding hands under a bright yellow sun. There’s even a dog beside us, though we don’t have one. Adrian stares at it, clearly touched. “This is amazing.”

From the drawing, it's lunch break and students are milling about around me but I'm standing there, looking stuck and feeling exhausted from the healing process. My eyes are a muddy brown but my lips are stretched out in a wide smile. My shoulders are slumped but my nostrils are flared like I'm angry and my fists are clenched so tightly, it's like I'm trying not to go wild. Like I'm trying to rein in my demons. And I don't even remember this. “These drawings are incredible, Jeremy.” “I should know, I made them and they're called outlines.” I slap his chest playfully, “Show a little gratitude.”

I smirk and turn the page. "The Mann has left. He drew blood from five sick children, and from ten healthy members. He claimed it was to have something to compare the sick blood to. He said he'd return in no more than ten days, with a cure. Sanju is restless, as she was left behind. The fact that she even listened to his demands for her to remain here, is inconceivable." A short entry, and there was a drawing on the large empty space. It was a woman, slender and feminine looking, wearing what looked like a nightgown. She was reaching upwards towards the top of the page, with flowers trailing out of her fingertips. Even as a drawing, she was beautiful.

Running his fingers on his hair Sanjiv was talking to someone on call. He was talking about some projects.....must be with his colleague. Balancing the phone between his left shoulder and his ear, Sanji continued his conversation while wearing socks. In the meantime, he spread a few glances at me, and I gave him a warm smile in return. I was waiting for him to cut the call because I need to have a talk with him about re-joining my work.

"I'll be right out, can you wait for me? I need to close the windows." Yihai nodded and went out. Immediately he was out the door, Jaesung sighed and sat on his bed, gripping his hair. "That was close, mum you nearly gave me a heart attack." He reached for his drawer and opened it, bringing out the sketchbook with the sketch of an eye on the first page, a very familiar eye. He opened it and smiled at it and his silly fantasies that would never come true. His favorite now was a recent painting of Yukei holding his hands as they walked under a cherry blossom shower. He laughed at how he thought it was a good idea to paint them in traditional Joseon era hanboks. It just fit the mood, he thinks.

She continued her explanation by pointing to a woman taller than her drawing, standing with her hand held from the side. “And this is you!“ Suji laughed as she pointed to a round drawing there, “But it's not finished yet.” She blushed shyly and then drew another line to continue her work. ”Ah—that's me?” Jason nodded his head without realizing it. Yeah, it's not finished yet... but I can already see that my drawing will be very good. You are really talented, Suji.” Suji giggled softly, still blushing. “That's because you're handsome!” A girl two years older, sitting across from them, suddenly chimed in.

Sighing heavily, he continued drawing not wanting to divert his attention. Her cute egg-shaped eyes roamed around disturbing him to another level. Sanskar lifted his eyes from his drawing board and drifted it towards the side where the girl was standing. She was lost in the painting. Her priceless expression makes him giggle. She is indeed a cute bubbly girl and he is attracted for sure.