It was a slow Saturday. For some reason Saturdays are always so slow now. Osir was reading the page where he left off on his novel, scrolling down the data pad and James was on a pad of his own. He would occasionally stop whatever he was doing to glance at him, then get back to his task. Osir looked at him, eyebrow raised. "James, what are you doing?" James was silent but glanced at him again.
James saw his boyfriend begin to get up from the couch and immediately stopped him, "Whoa whoa, don't move yet. I'm almost done." And continuing back to work, Osir sighed in confusion and did as the man asked. Sure enough a few minutes later, he heard the tattooed man say "'Kay. Done."
Getting up and walking over, he saw what James was working on. A sketch of him, and a REALLY good one too. "Babe, you never told me you could draw." Osir said taking the data pad, admiring the talent of the artpeice.
"My Abuela taught art classes and said I should take to another outlet." James explained seeing Osir smile at the picture drawn of him. "Definitely better than the peacock themes that people are now flocking to, so to speak-" the datapad was quickly taken and before the black haired man could respond it was handed back to him.
"Hah!" He laughed, seeing James had drawn a caption with a peacock drawn with an x through it. "Your grandmother would be so proud." Osir said kissing the lieutenant. "I'm thinking of getting this materialized and scanned into a frame." James wide eyed and said, "Nah that was just for fun. Wanna try modeling for something more--private?" Osir smiled widely and followed the man upstairs.
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| (Illustration by starfleetspectre.) |
But ARTPOP could mean anything, anything
I try to sell myself but I am really laughing
Because I love the music, not the bling
Not the bling
Lyrics from "Artpop" by Lady Gaga.
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