Art is a Waste of Time"Why do you draw so much?" He asked her, watching her with her knees pulled up to her chest, her hair almost covering her face as she stared intently down at the book in front of her. She looked up, blinking a few times, staring at him like he had just asked something so absurd she couldn't think of an answer right away.Art is a Waste of Time by =jackofalltrades0097
"What type of question is that?" She finally asked, pulling her hair back, knotting it on top of her head in a bun and sticking her pencil through it. "To get better, duh."
He shook his head, "No, why do you draw at all? What do you want to do with it?"
She stared at him again, shifting some, "Do I need a reason?"