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My apologies for the chapter coming out later than anticipated. I was in the middle of a bit of writer's block (and editing block), so thank you all of you for your patience!
Shoutout to MetaKirby2 for the artwork!
"Ah, Mr. Kaveh is only available for an appointment on Thursday before class." The lady at the receptionist desk quips, typing furiously on her keyboard.
By Archon, Scaramouche somehow manages to gather the guts to enter the school's main office.
"Isn't that tomorrow?" Scaramouche asks, leaning over the counter.
"Indeed," The lady nods, "You'll need to arrive at seven-thirty. If that's an issue for you, then I'm afraid next week Friday is the earliest time you can meet. Mr. Kaveh has been swamped with arrangements for the December art exhibition."
"I see. Can I arrange an appointment for Thursday at seven-thirty in the morning?"
"Certainly." The lady nods, "...It's done. You should receive a confirmation email in your school email account."
Scaramouche whips out his phone and opens his email.
RE: Invitation: Mr. Kaveh/Scaramouche Meet @ Thu Oct 1, 2023 7:30am - 8:00am (s3409@inahigh.edu.in)
"Yeah, I received it," Scaramouche confirms, "Thanks."
"You're welcome. If there are any materials you'll need for the meeting, you should start preparing." The lady says before resuming her typing.
Scaramouche stills for a second before turning his heel. He is still riding the adrenaline high after Kazuha's speech, neglecting to consider he had to prepare for his meeting with Mr. Kaveh.
It had been a good while since he drew anything remotely serious, given his mandatory math revision sessions. Besides, he needs a break from Ei's constant nagging and he feels like drawing a detailed piece. Everything just happened to line up.
He strolls into the art classroom, casually reaching for the pile of empty canvases, easels, paints and palettes. It takes two journeys for him to set everything up properly, but the view from his Calculus classroom overlooking the scenery is worth every step.
The Calculus classroom is off limits after school, but most students are gone by now, except for those with extracurriculars. No one would notice.
Scaramouche sighs, relishing the tranquil atmosphere the classroom brings him. He plugs in his earphones, tapping into his exclusive Falling Leaves haiku playlist. Of all the pieces, he specially selects Wanderer and puts it on loop.
Wanderer.
"Bygone traveler,
Tugged away by strings of fate,
A soulless vessel."
As soon as Falling Leaves utters the first word, everything in the nearby vicinity fades into obscurity. Scaramouche picks up his brush with a flourish and paints the first strokes. To him, the first brushstrokes are always the most difficult to paint. Every artist is faced with a snow white canvas of infinite possibility, a doorway to their inner mindscape. There's a certain temptation to construct something all-encompassing, to be lost in the several what-ifs. However, the moment the paintbrush makes contact with the canvas, all the fruitless thoughts are put to rest.
Slowly but surely, Scaramouche builds the piece from the ground. The basic outlines of forestry, ocean, animals and the setting sun morphs into pools of distinct color, steadily brought to life by the several fine brushes in Scaramouche's disposal. Perhaps it is an artist's intuition, but Scaramouche feels this piece is his best one yet.
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