Scooting closer to the wall, Freddie leans forward, making a wide arc with the pencil and starting in on the lines that parallel and bisect it. It won't be perfect as far as angles to, but it's not like Freddie's ever paid all that much attention to that anyhow.
He glances over, eyebrow arched, finds he isn't quite able to see what it is Noah's putting on his wall. Probably a cat, he thinks. "Why don't you paint your own?" he asks because no one's ever actually said that to him before. It seems an odd request.
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Date: 2017-01-18 10:26 pm (UTC)He glances over, eyebrow arched, finds he isn't quite able to see what it is Noah's putting on his wall. Probably a cat, he thinks. "Why don't you paint your own?" he asks because no one's ever actually said that to him before. It seems an odd request.