"Well, we all have flaws." His is his sunrise nonsense.
Goosebumps ripple across her arms and she squirms the tiniest bit, clearly trying not to squirm but the chill of the paint against her warm skin makes her shiver.
"That is part of the point of art therapy. At least for me." She huffs a sort of sheepish laugh. "You know, being a kid no one wants, sometimes you think you have to be perfect in order for people to love you. But there's no such thing as perfect art."
It's a lot of unload on him in such a conversational tone, but that might also stem from her foster kid days. Gotta get all in information out fast because she'll probably be shipped out somewhere else soon enough.
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Goosebumps ripple across her arms and she squirms the tiniest bit, clearly trying not to squirm but the chill of the paint against her warm skin makes her shiver.
"That is part of the point of art therapy. At least for me." She huffs a sort of sheepish laugh. "You know, being a kid no one wants, sometimes you think you have to be perfect in order for people to love you. But there's no such thing as perfect art."
It's a lot of unload on him in such a conversational tone, but that might also stem from her foster kid days. Gotta get all in information out fast because she'll probably be shipped out somewhere else soon enough.