Pt . 2 OF UHSH AIDEN ART YEA GIGGLES ( explodes )
*scribble scribble*
Scribbling , scribbling , not really scribbling but at the same time he was . Aiden was back in the living room drawing , drawing and drawing . What was he drawing ? He wasn’t sure really , but it was a person . Looked familiar . He knew the person , but he didn’t like the drawing , he felt it didn’t capture them at all , didn’t fit them , didn’t truly get how . . Wonderful they were . It was weird .
. . An odd sense of Deja Vu floated somewhere in his mind , only thing missing here were his parents stuck on constant business calls and . —
Crayons . Crayons ? Yeah sure , I have a pack in an old drawer somewhere .
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Aiden got up from where he was sitting and walked upstairs to his room , unconsciously ignoring the calls of someone coming from his kitchen . Kitchen ? His dad ? No wait he wasn’t here , he was on a business trip , again . He was kinda hungry . Aiden went back to his door , about to open it back up for a snack when —
What was he doing ? He was in his room for something . Oh right , crayons ! How silly !
Aiden searched a while , eventually finding an old , slightly worn out pack in the bottom drawer near his bed . He picked it up and stared at its broken packaging for a few seconds before getting back up , and making his way to the living room .
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Aiden got back to the table , but another person was waiting for him . Well , more so just staring at the paper he scribbled on with a weird fixated gaze .
“ Taylor ? “
Taylor looked up in response to her name , a slight smile coming across her face when she saw him .
“ Aiden ! Did you draw this ? “
“ . . Oh yeah , I was just doodling a little . “
That’s right , his friends were here ! He had to admit to being taken aback a little . He was usually private with any drawing he made . He couldn’t remember why , he just didn’t like showing them , not anymore .
“ Holy sprinkles , you’re good ! “
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“ What ? “
“ It’s really pretty ! I didn’t know you drew so well . “
“ — I did it a lot with Ben when we were traveling , small challenges and what not ! “
A compliment . He hasn’t realized how much he liked hearing those words about something he was told was meaningless to do .
Is this of Ashlyn ? “
Ashlyn . Ash . That’s who it was . He didn’t see it before , why didn’t he ? He just did it subconsciously after all , let his hand guide him in what he thought were mindless scribbles but even without trying to use his mind , Ashlyn manages to take space in it . How silly !
” We could totally work together with arts n crafts if you want ! Basically I fold old metal together and create little sculptures to sell ,so it would be fun if you wanted to try and paint them and — “
Taylor talked , and talked . It was nice , she was pretty excited about it all . Aiden felt jealous , but he couldn’t explain why . Jealous on how much freedom she had with it ? Either way it confused but enlightened him all at the same time . Was that a bad thing ?
. . She talked about ideas , opportunities , some art fair , all the silly things , and spoke of inviting ben as well . He liked that idea , all of them . He’ll manage to show all his friends this . . “ hidden talent “ of his some day , but right now he’s enjoying this moment . It was simple , and nice , a step at a time . Sometimes that was the best .
THX FOR READING !!!!! THIS IS PROBABYL SO OUT OF CHARACTER KNS UHH THZ THO 💔💔😼😼👊😼
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like it's really genuinely not the buck show to me but i post about him a lot anyway because as a character he is simply hysterical. refers to himself in terms of 1.0 2.0 etc because he's like hyperaware of his own capacity for change but also doesnt really do anything on purpose he just sort of encounters things. got into the job he's obsessed with and has no friends or hobbies outside of more or less on accident. like it just happened. wound up dating a woman sixteen years older than him because they got crushes on each other over the phone and when he found out she was 42 was like oh nice! i wondered why you always call instead of text but that makes sense. spends six whole seasons not figuring himself out but going 'can it be for the girls the gays and evan? if it's not too much trouble?' hated his best friend slash crush slash situationship for a single day for being hotter and better at everything than him, then became insanely attached and within a year was more or less coparenting with the man. has NOT thought this through. once sued his department to get his job back after a career-altering injury and then after a couple weeks he got the job back and it was never an issue again. kind of figure-obsessed but also doesnt care at all. he believes in ghosts, full-moon madness, and curses. introduced as that one overly reckless guy in the company who disregards the rules for his own daredevil whims and then gets one lecture from his boss and becomes so responsible that he turns into that one overly regulations-conscious guy in the company who walks around with a list of memorized specifications and gets antsy when stuff isn't up to par. i dont even think he has a written character i think it's just oliver getting out there throwing on his best american accent and going to town on it
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I’m reminded of that post about how goths and people who wear only lots of pink are actually the same because “wearing only one color” is a specific choice in opposition to just looking Normal
I’m flying to a friend’s wedding today, and I recently acquired from my neighborhood free page a very pretty vintage suitcase in like a brocade upholstery texture in all of my good colors, so of course I needed a coordinated airport outfit à la Midge Maisel. You guys don’t know me, but I usually dress very put together, in what my sister calls Outfits, with a capital O to distinguish it from just wearing clothes. And since getting a full time job I’ve been slowly adding to my collection of vintage and 50’s-vibes clothes, because I just really like that aesthetic (my bridesmaid dress for the wedding is a vintage tea dress I got from Etsy. The fabric is in great condition but I had to reinforce pretty much every seam with my sewing machine, because the structural integrity of the original thread was breaking down, so that was an interesting learning experience).
All of which is to say that I Dressed Up for the airport in a vintage-y outfit that coordinates perfectly with some of the colors of my suitcase, and my hair is curled, and I have a vintage leather purse that my grandma gave me that matches her watch that I’m wearing and the shoes she bought me last summer at the same vintage store that my skirt came from, and a teenage-ish girl with whatever you call the 2023 teenage equivalent of emo/punk vibes, like the dark maroon mullet and not a lot of makeup and dark comfy clothes but like, very on purpose, told me I look cool when I walked past on the way to security
And like, she Gets It! We have different fashion goals but I think we put a similar degree of intention into the way we look compared to just wearing regular clothes. Which is cool! It’s validating. Not that I really need validation, but it’s always nice to get compliments, of course. And the way I dress is really not terribly distinctive most of the time, other than being Outfits and a little dressier than maybe the norm is, like I think most people who see me one time in passing would see that I look Nice but not necessarily see it as a cultivated Look. But punk mullet girl gets it.
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