"Three... or four...? years ago? Maybe before. I don't know, I forgot exactly. And I don't have my certificate of completion at hand."

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"Huh, really?" Dion suddenly grinned proudly. "I also finished a kind of studies that might as well substitute college or something."

That's where Dion blushed deeper. "I needed them to continue at my job."
He didn't specify.

(Dion: *says anything*

Francis: ":0")

"What kind of job is it?" Francis asked.

"Ooh, is it fun?"

"It's good to have a job you like," Francis nodded. "Easier to work a job you like than it is to work a job you hate! Which would be kinda obvious but ya know."

He shrugged at the end.

"Mmhm!"

Francis checked the painting, picked it up, and carefully handed it to Dion while saying, "Here ya go, a new painting! Thank you so much for letting me paint you!"

"Don't worry, it's fully dry," Francis said. "Magic, ya know?"

Francis started to organize and clean up his art supplies, putting away his paints and brushes first. He did this silently, wanting to say something but unable to come up with anything.

A lot of supplies, actually.

He had a huge array of paint brushes that differed in multiple sizes, and he had paint tubes that contained paints of almost every colour one could think of. Sitting on the table part of his easel was a few paint holders and mixers. He as well had mechanical pencils and a ruler on him, some erasers, and a sketchbook off to the side, leaning against his bag.

In his bag that sat on the ground was even more supplies, more than possibly needed, a few small canvases sitting inside. In the bag some chalk, oil pastels, charcoal, water colour, ect could be seen.

(S A M E)


After a bit Francis noticed Dion staring.

"Huh? Is something wrong?" Francis asked, concerned that he might had done something. He immediately started rerunning what he had done so far while he was putting stuff away. Francis didn't realize that Dion was amazed by the art supplies.

"Hmm, professional? I-I don't really know if I could, uh, be considered a professional, to be honest. I make art, I sell art, that's how I get my income, I guess. I dunno, uh, I never really went to college. I don't really think my art could be, ya know, considered professional art, haha, uhm-"

Francis looked very flustered at the idea that he could be seen as a professional, and he looked a bit embarrassed when he admitted to never going to college.

"-I dunno, maybe? How would you define professional? There are a lotta different definitions, I guess."

"Ah, well, maybe I can be considered one," Francis nodded, somewhat hesitantly.

Francis continued to put his paints away.

(aH what do we do now)