𝐉𝐀𝐗.

you poor thing. sweet, mourning lamb. there’s nothing you can do. it’s already been done.

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝒉𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘆 𝗶'𝗺 𝗼𝗻 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞.

He didn't look convinced that a little bit of practice would be what would keep him upright on two tiny blades attached to his feet, but... "Okay. I can help you on your drawing, which I'm sure will be much easier than you keeping me up on skates."

tell me i am your dream girl.

He looked down at his drawing and smiled again. "Merci." He titled his head a bit. "Hockey, that sounds fun. You must really know how to skate and have really good hand eye coordination. I could never, I'd fall on my face. I'll stick to running and swimming."

He looked genuinely interested in what Jax was saying. "Practice? What are you practicing for?" He'd laid the sketch pad completely down in his lap now. There was a sketch of landscape of a large field and two horses taking up the main focus of it.

Raul smiled gently. "A bit early, the session teacher isn't in yet." He looked around and then felt a bit shy. "I tend to be very early for most classes, I'm sure the others will be in soon. I'm Raul. Merci for offering to model for us today."

Raul looks up from his sketch when he sees he's no longer in the room alone. "Oh, désolé, are you the model for the figure drawing session this afternoon?" He asked in his French accented English.