It had been a long day to begin with. It didn’t help that I was starting to come down with something. Probably the flu, I thought as I made my way into my first class of the semester: Ethics.
I took my seat a few rows back from the lectern and began the hunt for a pen and notebook when I felt someone looking at me. I looked over, then up. Looming over me was a cocky looking man that seemed almost amused at the world and everything in it. His hair was a dark burgundy and his clothes were artfully disheveled. He didn’t look like he belonged in college, let alone my Ethics class.
“Is this seat available?” H
So uhm, I would like to request a story for art trade. If that's alright with you. I will be doing the story and then we could talk about the art afterwards.
That's perfectly fine. Like I mentioned before I'm a bit full on requests at the moment, but the list should go down soon. So I'll shoot you a note when we can start ok?