Elián;
The drawing is terrible. Absolutely terrible.
I stare at it for several seconds before sighing and lowering the charcoal.
"What is that supposed to be?" Elien's voice demands, and I blink at the drawing before rolling my eyes.
"Good evening to you, too," I mutter, and inside my mind, Elien huffs.
"I'm serious. Is that a horse?"
"It's a wolf," I reply inwardly, and I'm met with silence. He says nothing, and I wait. Because I am beyond certain that something is coming.
"…That wolf should file a complaint about you." He finally says, and my mouth falls open.
I glare at the paper, and the paper glares back.
Unfortunately, he's right.
The wolf looks less like a wolf and more like a traumatised goat… Maybe a sick goat.
A sick goat that has lost several important battles.
I groan and drop the charcoal on the desk in frustration. When did I get so bad at drawing?? I used to be an animator…in my own right.
"You're annoying." I pout, and Elien scoff.
