&& The art of laziness

[HASEO KIMURA]

I WILL NOT BOW . I WILL NOT BREAK

I WILL SHUT THE WORLD AWAY

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Haseo yawned, his eyes focused on the half blank sketchbook in front of him, the piece of charcoal in his hand making broad and thin strokes across the paper, marking the beginning of a piece of art. Of course, it was more of an abstract piece then anything else, the swirls that make up the waters, the thin, crisp line that will soon turn into a boat, making its ways out, disappearing from the horizon.

His sky blue eyes flicked from the black and white paper to the model that was the inspiration of his piece, taking in the serene waters and fading sunlight of the sunset as the day slowly closed to and end.

He was out in the boardwalk, sketching some work of art, seeing that he couldn't stay in his room all weekend. He really couldn't think of something better to do, besides a few friends (whose location remains unknown to him), he didn't have anyone to really talk and hang out with. Not including his overall laziness to do anything. It made him an irritable person to be with. It was a drag, the limited things he could do in this new place, but even if it was like some big city, he'd probably be too unmotivated to get in his car and drive somewhere.

Sighing, he continued to work, almost finished with it. He really should get a drink, maybe at a bar or something, the work from the school is starting to bring him down a bit (not that he set the bar too high).

Scowling, he looking at the waters, leaning back on the bench he was sitting in. It seemed like it was going to be a long night.

[RILEY WELLS]

Well, it seemed to be the end of yet another busy and hectic day. It was a rather boring one too, because he didn't perform or make any appearances. It was all about practice today, and when its continuous, it was a bit overwhelming and tiring. That's why Riley decided to wind down by walking along the boardwalk. His headphones were placed firmly over his ears, blasting some J-pop band he'd heard of last week. He was constantly checking his cell phone too, for no particular reason. Maybe he just felt odd only having one thing to do, and that was listening to music.

Usually, when he got time off like this to just relax, Riley would be sprawled out on the couch, coke in hand and movies close by. He didn't like getting around and doing things, and often the people in his agency would have to push him to go to events and such. But, he was in the mood to listen to music. And, when he listens to music, he can't sit still. He had no idea why, but maybe it was because he thought a lot when he was listening to music.

But, eventually, Riley realized he had been walking a little too long and had grown a bit tired. Thankfully, there was a bench close by where he could sit down and rest. Some other red head was occupying the bench as well, but Riley tried to ignore him.

Once he sat down on the bench, Riley turned his music off and slid off the rather large headphones off of his head. He placed them on his lap, and looked out in front of him. It was a nice view, he supposed. But nothing inspiration-worthy in his opinion.

Then Riley looked over towards the red head and saw that he was drawing the scenery. He couldn't help but comment with a rather straight face. "Drawing the sunset like this is a little cliché, don't you think?"

[HASEO KIMURA]

I WILL NOT BOW . I WILL NOT BREAK

I WILL SHUT THE WORLD AWAY

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Haseo didn't turn when the voice spoke to him. He just shrugged lightly, finishing up the drawing absently. "What can I say? I don't really have the energy to do anything more then sit out here," he uttered casually, as if he spent everyday sitting out and just drawing pictures that crossed paths with his eyes. It wasn't true, he mostly went out drinking and hanging out with his friends, but it was one of those days. A day that he felt that he simply couldn't be around a group so rowdy, and drinking to his hearts content. In other words, it was one of those days that reminded him why he started smoking. However, being it such a bad habit to develop, he figured he could sit someplace more quiet, relaxing, or at the lease peaceful.

"And what, pray tell, should I draw that would be less 'cliché'?" he asked, not caring for such an answer, he drew what came to mind, and at the moment, what he saw was the sunset. Though in his opinion, besides being outside and star gazing, the sunset was a site unlike any other. It was one of the fleeting joys in life that so many people often overlook. It was a little depressing at that, but still, people seem to take too much for granted.

Closing the book, he leaned forward, clasping the sketch pad in both hands as he rested his elbows on his knees, looking at the waters. He was- more or less- tired, and couldn't be bothered to make any crude remark at the man who seemed so apathetic to what was going on around him. He didn't have to point out that most people drew everything, so whatever he could have drawn, it would still fall under the category of being 'cliché', as the latter had so monotonously put it.

His eyes followed a family as they strolled pass, hand in hand as they shared some laughter, heading to the parking lot, making their way home. Somewhere near the sand a dog barked loudly, begging for attention. It wasn't as peaceful as he would have liked it, but once night falls, it would be empty, which suit is taste just fine. "What brings you out here at this time?" he asked the man sitting beside him.

[Sorry, I'm very low of muse.]

[RILEY WELLS]

The first words that came out of the red head's mouth gave Riley the impression that this guy was a notorious sloth. Having such an active career, Riley treasured the moments where he could lounge about and do nothing. If it were up to him, he'd be a sloth too. So, he wasn't going to be judgmental towards that or put this guy down for not wanting to do anything. Of course, this was all an assumption. Riley didn't know about any circumstances, but he wasn't one to pry so he just left his assumptions as they were. He doubted he'd get to know this guy in depth, so he didn't bother putting too much energy into this conversation.

A smug smirk found its way onto Riley's face when he heard the following question. He leaned forward a bit and leaned his elbows on his knees. "I'm original, you can draw me." He could tell that the older male probably wouldn't care much for his answer, and that's why he'd decided to make it a bit arrogant. He couldn't help it, the guy practically set himself up for it. He was probably one of those 'true artist' types that just drew whatever he felt like drawing. Riley wasn't really the creative type, and in comparison considered himself to be logical. If he did anything, he needed some sort of plan. His career was like that: scheduled events planned months in advanced. He couldn't just sit down, take out a sketch pad, and draw randomly.

Riley blinked at the guy as he repositioned himself, before sighing quietly and undoing the wires of his headphones... Seriously, they got all tied up for no reason. He couldn't stand it when they were all in knots... He was so absorbed in this that he hardly noticed anything going on around him. Although, somehow, he was aware that the man sitting next to him was a bit tired, and wondered why he didn't just get up and leave. It made Riley wonder whether or not he was waiting for something.

Then he spoke, earning Riley's attention. Ah, so he was going to make an effort into a conversation. A bit surprising, since Riley had already stamped the word 'lazy' on his forehead.

"I had a day off, and thought I'd take a walk. Usually, I'd be sitting around like you, but I can't sit still when I listen to music." He waved his headphones around briefly. "And... You're out here because you have zero energy, right? Why don't you stay at home then?" He didn't mean for his question to sound as intrusive as it did, but since it was already said, there wasn't much he could do about it.