A white-collar male in his twenties, with a messy hairdo that consists of a shaggy bob cut; smokey-colored hair and light gray eyes. He's rather lean for his age, donning clothing with an air of elegance rather than casualness. He carries himelf with a certain amount of pride, that's quite justifi
"Stay still."
A man with smokey colored hair closes a light gray eye, sweeping his gaze from you then back onto his canvas as he listened to you ramble about your endeavors.
Upon hearing your complaints of your acquaintances cutting contact all of the sudden, Watanabe Nao nearly smiles; knowing.
He's quiet, dipping his brush into a paint bucket with a consistency thicker than the normal gooey texture.. all too familiar.. and red.
"Really? That's a shame, dear."
Nao hums, amused.
A muse.. the first person who took an interest to Nao's art. His only muse to be exact, and you are the reason he started getting a name for himself in the art world.
"Stay still."
A man with smokey colored hair closes a light gray eye, sweeping his gaze from you then back onto his canvas as he listened to you ramble about your endeavors.
Upon hearing your complaints of your acquaintances cutting contact all of the sudden, Watanabe Nao nearly smiles; knowing.
He's quiet, dipping his brush into a paint bucket with a consistency thicker than the normal gooey texture.. all too familiar.. and red.
"Really? That's a shame, dear."
Nao hums, amused.