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Natural light was excellent for drawing by. The park was an excellent place to do quick life studies. At least, that's what Mute would claim if he'd been asked; he was a little disappointed that nobody had. To be fair, the white Audio had spent about half an hour actually sketching as various people of various species passed by on the path beside the grassy field. Now, however, he'd given up on it; he lay on his back, wings spread, pencils and erasers on the ground beside him. His notebook was closed on his chest, his fingers laced together across it. His tail moved haphazardly now and then, and he appeared to be sleeping in the spring sun.

One pale ear twitched; one blue eye opened to peer lazily at whoever was addressing him. A rather colorful male of his own species; he appeared to be younger than Mute, and wore a friendly smile. Mute opened his other eye and propped himself up on his elbows, turning his head for a curious look at the other. "Hello," he answered, amiable enough. It was a nice day, and he was in a good mood, and he hadn't had a sane conversation for some time.

"I was checking my eyelids for cracks," Mute replied, his expression solemn, but amusement glittering in his eyes. He sat up the rest of the way, putting his notebook aside. "It's best done in full sun; leaks are more noticeable." He angled an ear at the bright Audio. "Snow White, eh. Sorry, no poisoned apples here. - Nice day to be in the park," he added.

Mute chuckled at the younger male's willingness to play along. "Oh, good. I hear it can be a serious affliction." He stretched his legs out and leaned comfortable back on his hands, looking up to the clouds as well, absently and automatically picking out shapes in their contours.

"Student of life, maybe," he answered, glancing back to the bright Audio. "Graduated a couple years ago." Seeing that the other was looking at his notebook, he explained, "I was sketching. Good place for life studies." He waved vaguely at the path that ran beside the field they sat in.

Mute might be a few inches shorter, but he was clearly finished growing and out of his teens, perhaps two or three years difference between them. "What are you majoring in?" he asked, turning his head to look curiously at the other Audio.

He made an expansive gesture. "Feel free. Nothing particularly interesting, no plans to take over the world, no blueprints for orbital lasers, nothing like that." He smiled. If Rocketto looked inside the notebook, he would find it about half full, mostly filled with energetic, spare sketches, interspersed with the occasional few pages of detailed figure studies or still lives. Here and there, scattered among the other sketches, an abstract doodle or a fantasy creature hid.

"Illustration. I do freelance work now. Starving artist and all that," Mute chuckled. At the compliments, his ears backed a little, though he was still smiling; he looked almost embarrassed. "Thanks. Nothing special, really," he demurred. "Got to keep in practice."

"Mute," he answered, gathering up his pencils and notebook and accepting the hand up. "Pleasure's all mine, I'm sure. Going anywhere?"

Mute glanced slightly up, noting the height difference with mild annoyance. He was a little short, and he knew it. However, it wouldn't be fair to take it out on Rocketto, and anyway, he was pretty much resigned to it by now. He'd been sensitive about it at first, but eventually he'd acknowledged the futility of being offended at genetics. The corner of his mouth quirked in a wry smile.

"Coffee sounds good, Skittles - er, Rocketto," he returned, smirking playfully.

"I have no idea what flavor you'd be," Mute answered dryly. He didn't laugh outright, though his eyes warmed at the good reception to his teasing. He looked Rocketto up and down, pretending thoughtfulness. "Tropical mix, maybe." He glanced down at his own white pelt. "D'you suppose I'd be mint, vanilla, or coconut?"

He was enjoying the light banter; he liked this bright Audio already.