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"No, absolutely not!" Julie set her paper down, face down unfortunately and huffed at the two stricken trainees. "This will not do at all. You have to take off your shirts and coat, otherwise how will I know what the perfect figure of perfection is supposed to be like."

She kind of just stood in front of them, arms on her hips, until both of them even considered their options.

With a grunt, Marcus to an elbow to the ribs, letting Dakota go. "Ow." He glared at the other boy, he didn't want this either. He really would prefer something else. Dis was busy telling him how Dakota would be a great little spoon and how much of a fine a** the other hunter had and how- Marcus's brain was shutting that out.

Picking up on what Dakota was saying however- "While I'm flattered you think us having perfect bodies...other trainees are much better looking than us Julie. I mean, Robert and Leon are both buff guys, you'd prefer them right?" It didn't help that technically, Marcus fell somewhat into the 'buff' zone. But he was pretty much defeated. Unbuttoning his jacket and shirt, he folded them both and set them by the door. So when he snapped completely he could escape and not have to try and make a return trip.

Shirtless, Marcus made no move to embrace Dakota again. ".....And I also agree, Dakota alone could satisfy you I'm sure."

Dakota frowned as she made no move to adjust them in anyway before sneezing. okay it was kinda of cold in the room.

30 minutes later....or what felt like HOURS, She jumped up, jolting him from his small slumbery stand up sleeping. Blinking into awareness, he looked at Julie before cocking his head. Stepping over to her, he gave her the look of..I want to leave now, why was he here anyways? before looking at Marcus.

"Julie....I want to know if you got my chiseled body right? Did you add the scar right here?" He pointed in some general area of his chest before reaching for the notebook, "Can I make sure so that I can tell you if you caught my beauty?" He looked over to Marcus like, USE YOUR SKILLS MARCUS AND GET US THE ******** OUT OF HERE.

Cause in a pinch, Dakota relied on Marcus to get him out man. "You won't know if your good or not until you let someone else see it? They say the most critical eye is your own eyes. c'mon Julie...let us see?"

She looked hesitant at first, clutching her notebook even tighter, the barest hint of a blush working its way to her face. "Oh, I don't know, its just, so embarrassing and well, okay."

The finished masterpiece was finally presented to the duo.

Julie shyly looked at them, and then back, fidgeting, clearly expecting some positive feedback. "Oh I know I didn't really use the colours they told me, and I tried my own experimental style with the lines, and my anatomy still needs work and..."

"Julie." In some horrible attempt at coping, Marcus decided he was going to listen to Dis. The weapon had been trying for ages to get Marcus to 'be more open' and 'explore his options' and claiming that 'Cass would go for it most ghouls did'. But even the weapon was nothing compared to the might that was Julie's artistic ability.

Listening to what Dis was saying he relayed it back, for better or worse. "It's lovely. You captured us I think, quite well. Exceptional even. You're a real master of the arts you know." It would sound and look better if Marcus's expression didn't occasionally wince. "If that is all you need us for however I think it would be best we head back." He picked up his clothes, hoping it would be okay to leave.

Praying.

Reaching over he didn't pay attention to how it might have looked, Dakota leaning to him, him shirtless, whispering going on. "You grab it. I don't want her shanking me." It might not have been romantic but all of Marcus's ******** were gone. He wanted to live and pretend that this had never happened.