Stone's Throw

[Tethras Clan]

"We'll all come," Tomas decided for Addy as well. "Some stuff is hard to practice with just two."

[GamesMaster]

Andreas has quickly become Cameron's number one drug runner, and gotten to know many of the folks on Cameron's regulars list. Just the ones that can't come to Cameron; the shut-ins, the busy working folks, the elderly taking Devilweed as a pain reliever. And slowly he's introduced to the rest of Cameron's stock, including one that he tries on Cameron's suggestion: mad honey. 

The resulting manic spree of creation lasts the remainder of the day, and that night, Andreas sleeps well. He's fuzzy and groggy the next day, but the art.... the art is worth it. It's almost.... good. Not quite, still there's many amateur mistakes, but it's very possible that the body art he painted on Pip before making the gnomeblood lay on canvas to capture it in a more permanent way could inspire something actually groundbreaking, if he lets it. If he takes the honey again. 

Within a week he's taken it three times, with today being the fourth. Only today... something's different. Something's not sitting quite right. And he keeps being distracted from his sculpting by Tadpole and Pip making out in the corner, something that usually he'd turn a blind eye to and get along with his work. But today it's making him....

interested. 

In a physical way. 

[Andreas Amell]

Deep breath in. Set the chisel. Slow breath out while making soft, quick taps. Deep breath in. Set the chisel.

Dreas fought his eyes back to his work, trying not to scowl as he does so. Focus. Distractions aren't real, aren't important. Your passion is everything. Fed it into the stone, let it warm the stone, shape it, release it from mundanity into beauty. Smooth and slow, stroke by-- blow-- tap by tap. Yes, tap by tap, awaken what's within. Bring forth--

"Oh, it's a dryad then?"

Andreas jolts at Cameron's question, brain faulting for a second. Dryad? No, it's just a tre-- why is there a tit on my tree? "Uhh."

[GamesMaster]

Cameron reaches up to gently stroke the breast, running their thumb over the nipple. "Very well made," they comment. "Smooth, exactly the right proportions..."

[Andreas Amell]

"Thank you?" Why did I make that like... that? I was trying to practice my organic asymmetrical techniques and rough textures, not... smoothness or, ah, bodies. "Not what I planned..." he mumbled, more to himself than to Cameron.

[GamesMaster]

No? Interesting, thought Cameron, moving to put his head on the catfolk's shoulder, letting him purportedly focus on the artwork while being way, way too close. 

[Andreas Amell]

Andreas stiffened, a shiver sweeping up his spine. "C-Cameron?"

[GamesMaster]

"Hmm... yes, I like this texture here," he says, reaching up to stroke part of the trunk. 

[Andreas Amell]

Texture? What texture oh tree texture. Right. Right. Art. Yes. "Mmh, thank you. It's based on the papery, almost ashy, bark of a poplar tree." The familiar focus, the clear thoughts of his art, focused his mind better than near anything else possibly could. 

[GamesMaster]

Cameron inches forward, and as his hand comes down, it meets its mate around Andreas's stomach. "I see. You must be very familiar with... wood."

[Andreas Amell]

Andreas simultaneously froze and jerked forward, his body very much not in sync with itself as he sends his sculpture flying off the pedestal. He yelped then, a sound of shock and horror, and he lurched away from Cameron to crouch next to the wood post. "Oh blast and bolt, did I-- ah, so clumsy, how could I--"

[GamesMaster]

"Hey, hey, it's alright," says Cameron in a soothing, patient voice. He crouched next to Andreas, gently petting his hair. 

[Andreas Amell]

He barely seemed to notice the touch this time, his full attention ensnared by his project. "I don't see any damages," he mumbled to himself, still inspecting it carefully.

[GamesMaster]

Hmm. I'd say he'll start within a few days, I think. Cameron continues stroking and rubbing at Andreas's hair and ears, pretending to look over the sculpture. "Is that a spot, there?" they ask, pointing at nothing. 

[Andreas Amell]

Andreas made a distressed noise, spinning the small statue in his hands so he can practically shove his face up against it to inspect it closer. Unable to see what Cameron had pointed out, he popped to his feet to rush over to one of the other workstations and grab a magnifying glass. It's abundantly clear that the funny honey lozenges have taken him to the hyper focus stage of things.