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rockabillyboy) wrote2016-05-11 09:48 pm
rockabillyboy) wrote2016-05-11 09:48 pm
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Nothing is coming together.
Jack's been working pretty frantically on his portfolio for the last week. He's got lots of pieces mostly done, but nothing done enough to submit. The deadline is looming. He's pinned all of his hopes on getting into art school, starting in the Fall. Mentally, he doesn't really feel prepared to submit anything, though, and that leads to a manic level of work. He's been peripherally aware of Poison all day, hovering in his space, asking him if he wants to do something else for an hour or so.
He's being an asshole, he knows. He can't help it.
"Shit, boo," he says, worrying his lip with his teeth. "I just want to get this piece done, okay?"
Jack's been working pretty frantically on his portfolio for the last week. He's got lots of pieces mostly done, but nothing done enough to submit. The deadline is looming. He's pinned all of his hopes on getting into art school, starting in the Fall. Mentally, he doesn't really feel prepared to submit anything, though, and that leads to a manic level of work. He's been peripherally aware of Poison all day, hovering in his space, asking him if he wants to do something else for an hour or so.
He's being an asshole, he knows. He can't help it.
"Shit, boo," he says, worrying his lip with his teeth. "I just want to get this piece done, okay?"