Emery watched the other as he got the spare brush and saw the other people painting too. He wasn’t that great at painting, definitely wasn’t something Emz could do professionally, but he doodled a lot. Hopefully it wouldn’t be too difficult. He was not about to screw this mural up. What if he did though? Why did he even agree to do this? He was socially awkward and not talented at all.
❛ I’m Emery and not really, no. ❜
“ That’s alright - you can work with me, then. Just doing a silhouette right here. ”
It was hard enough to do this all without a projector. Usually murals were done with design on a transparent sheet and a projector so they could get everything as perfect as they could. But everything was freehand here. The only good to come out of that was people added their own style and their own little things. Brought everyone together in a sense.
“ How long you been in the club? Don’t think I’ve seen you around. Or are you in college? ”
