[he doesn't seem bothered in the slightest by the comments; he knows what Tek is interested in, and it isn't the things that any old scrub could make with a covered glass and an open flame.]
Of course, babe. I wouldn't hold out on you.
[the smirk returns to his face as he gets a little more comfortable on the floor--it gives him ample room to slide the ribbon off of the papers and lay them all flat against the low table.
the paper itself is a flimsy-looking, light-brown parchment that he handles with care; maybe more useful for pattern-making than actual sketching. but Tek can still make the marks out clearly, swirling, flowing designs depicting horrible-looking things with eyes and teeth and claws. Tonic drags over a couple of tins from his shelf to hold the corners down, pointing at one paper as he does.]
So these are mostly sketches...
[his sketches are surprisingly (or maybe unsurprisingly) pretty good. a little messy, perhaps, and Tek will have to use his imagination to understand what these would look like stitched together into a sleeve, but... they're certainly beautiful, comprised of shapes that bring to mind the movement of smoke and the slithering of snakes.
as the sketches progress, they turn from the image of one large monster to two monsters, opposing and swirling around each other, but that turns into what looks the closest to a final design--an impressive coiling thing with no less than five different monster faces hidden among the design. he taps this one with a pretty finger, glancing up at Tek's face to catch his reaction.]
And this is what I've landed on, so far. I'll need to tighten up the details, since there's a danger of all of this becoming unreadable when it's all the same color on a rounded form, but...
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Of course, babe. I wouldn't hold out on you.
[the smirk returns to his face as he gets a little more comfortable on the floor--it gives him ample room to slide the ribbon off of the papers and lay them all flat against the low table.
the paper itself is a flimsy-looking, light-brown parchment that he handles with care; maybe more useful for pattern-making than actual sketching. but Tek can still make the marks out clearly, swirling, flowing designs depicting horrible-looking things with eyes and teeth and claws. Tonic drags over a couple of tins from his shelf to hold the corners down, pointing at one paper as he does.]
So these are mostly sketches...
[his sketches are surprisingly (or maybe unsurprisingly) pretty good. a little messy, perhaps, and Tek will have to use his imagination to understand what these would look like stitched together into a sleeve, but... they're certainly beautiful, comprised of shapes that bring to mind the movement of smoke and the slithering of snakes.
as the sketches progress, they turn from the image of one large monster to two monsters, opposing and swirling around each other, but that turns into what looks the closest to a final design--an impressive coiling thing with no less than five different monster faces hidden among the design. he taps this one with a pretty finger, glancing up at Tek's face to catch his reaction.]
And this is what I've landed on, so far. I'll need to tighten up the details, since there's a danger of all of this becoming unreadable when it's all the same color on a rounded form, but...