Draft #2

♦️ | Hanging out with the infernals.

"Wait a tick." Gregory questions you, "You're saying that I should be a model for this drawing session?"

You nodded happily, "Yes, you always did pose as if you're on the catwalk."

Unbeknownst to you. Your words of flattery is what got him to accept then again, he would have said yes, no less, "Well, if you say so–"

"Ego is already in his name, it doesn't need to be inflated." Damien blatantly remarked.

Surprisingly, Christophe concurred with the devil, "Exactly. Don't fill his head with bullshit, chérie."

Gregory was not impressed that his friends chose to target him for hilarity, "I am right here!"

"I have to agree with this filthy miasmal of a pig." Estella glanced at you, "Honestly, dear. If you want to draw portraits." There was a hinted jealousy in her words, "I could have been a more prominent figure."

Christophe clearly not a fan of this English woman calling him distasteful and unfavourable insults, "Fuck off. Why is z'is chienne here?" He earned a scowling look from the said wavy fair haired hellspawn. Moreover, he directly pointed his thumb at the nervous imp, "Even z'is one..."

Tweek jolted when being pointed at, "Gah!"

Nevertheless, Pip was here to keep things from going out of whack, "Come on everyone, poppet wants all of us to get along!"

Tweek was looking at all the art supplies and paper, "ACK! Why i-is this a thing?!"

"It's for fun." You said with a smile.

In the household of the living room. You sat on the carpeted floor on pillows for added comfiness with Pip, Christophe and Tweek while Damien sat on a separate chair and Estella had the couch all to herself. Everyone was drawing, scribbling on the paper with either a pencil, crayons, pens, texters, highlighters and many more to name. Meanwhile, Gregory was posing elegantly for reference. When time was up...

"Alright, how do I look in all your delineates?"

First portrayal was an elaborate sketched portrait. A realistic style, only using a ballpoint pen. This interested the curly blonde hellbound, "I like this one, it captures my essence."

"Good." Said the harsh hellspawn as she continues, "I could have made you appear just as revolting like every other ruggard cow excrement in this town."

Estella's harsh statement caused Gregory to rethink and decided, "I retract my blandishments for this piece. In fact I regard it with contempt."

She was satisfied with it nonetheless, "Oh you don't like it?" She said in a ridiculing manner as she tore her drawing into scraps, "Better enjoy it as shredded pieces of placenta, you shrivelled seminal vesicle."

"Try to tone down with the...uh, insults, please?" Your words made her look at you whilst complimenting, " Besides, I thought it was amazing, you shouldn't ruin your own work."

Estella made a 'hmph' sound. It was unlikely she would not quit with these unmannerly and crude affronts. However, at least she got your attention, "That wasn't even my best work."

Gregory rolled his eyes, scoffing at the fair haired hellspawn's words, "Y/n, love. If I had the chance to draw, it would be–"

Though leave to Estella to keep up with the insults once more, "Your artwork is as good as an old crone with a broken wrist trying to pick up a damned pen."

"You don't know what my masterpiece would even look like, Havisham."

"You mean those little digital artworks? Couldn't even draw with that mouse, Bellrose."