Art Studio

@ˢˑᵖᶤ ❝h.jisoo❞ Jisoo's hand is warm in his, and the zeta focuses on the warmth as he leads him past the flight of stairs and up to the locked door, fingers fumbling for the keys. The door swings open with a loud creak that echoes in the dark. Akay moves to find the light switch, and moments later the slightly-orange fluorescent lights flicker awake to reveals tables upon wooden tables of art supplies: bags of cement, brushes, opened cans of paint halfway drying, some pottery. Akay has never brought anyone up to his studio before, much less a model for his art. "Luckily for you, I've been wanting to work on a full-figure sculpture," He says, making his way to one corner of the studio. Standing there was chunk of concrete, nothing impressive thus far but the only of a head is clear.