Alphonze Iczer
S'il vous plait, mademoiselle...
At the girls reaction, Al couldn't help but feel really bad. He had thought that was a reasonable thing to ask for, but.... Maybe he had been wrong. Keeping quiet, he scratched at the back of his head. "....What size canvas were we hoping for, hm? Most of my largest I've used.... And I can't do water colors right now, I'm out of most of my colors." His face at this point had lost most of it's joviality. He was all serious business now. Cocking his head back to his room, he spoke again. "C'mon.... I'll let you pick a size, yeh?" His steps carried him back to his own room. Carefully he would sort through smooth, flawless canvases, each un-marked by an artists brush.
Carrying the stack to his bed he would set them out in order from smallest to largest. In doing so, exposing the rim of the largest canvas he owned. This one was painted, and the most noticeable colors one could see were reds, oranges, and blacks. Though without moving the other paintings hiding it, there was really no telling what it was of. "I'd think of how you want to be painted before I start....."
May I have your name?
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