Asch wasn't even aware that there was an Arts and Crafts room. Or, well, not consciously. Sure, it was on the map, but he hadn't thought about it much in the few days he'd been here. Why bother? He wasn't exactly the creative type.
The nurse, of course, thought otherwise. Or pretended to think otherwise; Asch wasn't sure.
She led him over to a table and got him some clay. He'd never done anything like this before. Even as a child, the only artistic things he'd done were music or painting. He'd never been incredibly interested in them, but as heir to the throne, there was some crap about being well-rounded. Van had told him something similar, but none of that mattered now.
He started at the clay, then picked it up. That seemed to satisfy the nurse enough, and she wandered off. As soon as he was convinced that she wasn't going to watch over him, he put the clay down again and sighed.
He glanced over at the man next to him; he hadn't previously been paying attention, but it seemed like the man wasn't any more talented with clay than he was.
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Asch wasn't even aware that there was an Arts and Crafts room. Or, well, not consciously. Sure, it was on the map, but he hadn't thought about it much in the few days he'd been here. Why bother? He wasn't exactly the creative type.
The nurse, of course, thought otherwise. Or pretended to think otherwise; Asch wasn't sure.
She led him over to a table and got him some clay. He'd never done anything like this before. Even as a child, the only artistic things he'd done were music or painting. He'd never been incredibly interested in them, but as heir to the throne, there was some crap about being well-rounded. Van had told him something similar, but none of that mattered now.
He started at the clay, then picked it up. That seemed to satisfy the nurse enough, and she wandered off. As soon as he was convinced that she wasn't going to watch over him, he put the clay down again and sighed.
He glanced over at the man next to him; he hadn't previously been paying attention, but it seemed like the man wasn't any more talented with clay than he was.
"Not your thing either, huh?" he asked.