7th, Winter, 518AV
Martini's Apartment, Solar Winds
Martini's Apartment, Solar Winds
Martini woke the morning of and practically danced out of bed. She was feeling great about todays job - something she usual did but with less excitement. Not to be misunderstood, she enjoyed every part of her job save for the negotiation and haggling. She combed her hair and wrapped in a neat little bun as she went about getting read for the client to arrive. Hinma - the scar littered Shinya - was to due here in a bell or so according to the light, possibly sooner. Martini had washed her face silently, brushed her teeth, and dressed in timely fashion. Now that she thought about it- her apartment wasn’t the best for comfort when modeling.
She had a few chairs but she was confident Hinma would want to stand being the headstrong woman she was. She pushed the Dracnea plant against the wall her bed was aligned with and picked up the loose papers to put them into her chest. It wasn’t a huge cleaning, no - it was just for appearance. Generally she would do some practice sketches as she waited, but she was a little to antsy to sit long enough to warm up. She moved to turn her desk after pushing the chair out of the way. She switched their positions so the chair was against the wall and the desk was in front view of the door.
Perfect. She didn’t have many utensils so she had let Hinma know to bring her own water and possibly snacks as she wasn’t much of a cook either. She fiddled with her fingers as she waited, her mind wandering to the details of the request. The Shinya woman had wanted progress illustrations - whether or not the met again was dependent on Martini’s ability to draw Hinma’s body. It’s like a study, she soothed herself trying not to dwell on how well Hinma could wrap the bindings on her own. She doubted the woman would ask for help…
The brunette exhaled an ceased her fidgeting as she sat on her bed. There were so many artists out their Tain could have chosen for this job and yet out of all of them he’d picked Martini. That had to say something about her skill, didn’t it? She certainly hoped so - the look Tain gave her as he left was bit calculated? Almost as if this was a test for her that he had set up. She thumped her foot against the floor slowly as she let her thoughts consume her. A knock on her apartment shot her nerves through the roof. She seemed static for a few moments before she scrambled to the door, almost tripping in the process. Undoing the lock and partly opening the door to peer through the crack, Martini inhaled, exhaled and opened the door with a smile.
“Welcome Hinma. Please, come in and make yourself at home.” Martini briefly registered how stiff that sounded, but Hinma didn’t question it and instead smiled down at her. The brunette took notice that Hinma’s hair was a bit shorter today, and her blouse and trousers were really baggy. She had a rucksack slung over her left shoulder and it seemed to be filled with quite a bit. She let Hinma step in and closed the door for their privacy. The scarred woman seemed oblivious to the lack of decoration - maybe she even appreciated the barrenness.
“I was unable to find any wraps. I hope my undergarments will suffice?” Martini inclined her head a yes slipping from her lips as she averted her gaze bashfully. She took Hinma’s bag and placed it on her bed, but just as she turned the scarred woman began to discard clothing and Martini whipped around to give Hinma her back for some decency. Hinma chuckled at this having caught a glance form the corner of her eyes. “Your realize it’s silly to look away when you’re going to have to look eventually, yes?”
A barely noticeable scarlet blossomed on her cheeks and Martini made noise of indignation. She wasn’t exactly used to having strangers half dressed in her apartment, it wasn’t something that happened on a daily basis. She slowly and shyly turned back to Hinma, her undergarments were a dark in color and they hugged her waist nicely if Martini wasn’t too shy to look. Hinma’s jet black hair barely touched her neck now, but her skin was littered with scars. There was a particularly concerning large one on the flat of her stomach just below her breast.
“I- I’ll start setting up. Make yourself comfortable.” She hurried over to her chest and took out her sketchbook and a few charcoal sticks. She guided Hinma to stand in front of her desk and set up her workspace. She had just a few ink sticks - she supposed if Hinma liked the result she could ink it. “It’s better if you relax you stance or hang loosely. It’ll help me see all the curves and musculature I possible can. If you get tired call out and we’ll take a break. I’ll try to keep my eyes open for signs of fatigue.”
“I can handle it, just do what you must.” Martini observed Hinam’s facial features for signs of.. Well, anything. When she found nothing concerning she smiled as the Shinya met her gaze. They exchanged a tense silence before Martini nodded and opened her sketchbook to the first blank page. Charcoal between her fingers in a gentle hold began to draw.