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Cooper smiled and chuckled softly, running his hand through his thick brown hair that was having an especially fwoofy kind of day. "Touché," he nodded with a little appreciative nod of the head. He just wished everyone shared that same view as Ashley. "Suppose it would be inconsiderate. I always found art and the creative process to be more enriching when it was shared." He couldn't quite keep a certain flush from tickling at his cheeks a bit as he recalled a certain art museum date and art class from over the summer. "But, in any case, thanks."
Still in a quiet debate, to paint or not to paint, he leaned back a bit on his stool and used his toes to hook behind the little foot rest poles so he could see around the vacant easels and other miscellaneous art supplies and acknowledge the younger Ravenclaw more easily. "Yeah, on this canvas," he chuckled with a nod, amused by her curiosity and really not thinking that what he was doing was all that interesting. "An experiment in creative expression, I suppose." Since there was no photographic element included this time and that was his comfort zone and sweet spot. "I'm just...going to tear them and see where the paper wants to go," he shrugged. It was a part of this whole just going with the flow aesthetic he had been trying to implement in his life. Something that was not exactly going well overall but everything was always a work in progress. "Just debating giving it a color wash first or...leaving it blank."
Maybe color...and for some reason he was feeling a purple base. Super watered down.
"Me?" he asked, glancing back over at her and away from his canvas once again. "Uh...sure...if you want to...I'm not much of a model but...I don't mind." Though there was a bit of a pause that was accompanied by a bit of an arched brow. "If you can do two things at once, I don't mind. Could use an actual artist's perspective on the mess I am sure to make," he added with a laugh. "You know where the bigger brushes are?" he asked while slipping off his stool and moving over towards one of the shelves for a cup and some acrylic paint.
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