Sketches

Sketches

I have trouble committing to finishing work so sketches galore I guess

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Soul Jazz

Made a lil thing while listening to this playlist, been getting into these type of songs more recently (blame it on my Lupin iii addiction coming back) •

They laid near the window nook, feeling quite exposed if not for the blanket of raindrops covering the glass. Head relaxed on it, the pressure felt like a little massage for the brain. Knees held together up to their chest, being their own blanket… Music accompanied their mind, trying to compartmentalise their thoughts, make it tidy. But the more they unpacked the more they stopped to see how well kept it was. Who knows? could be handy later.

They usually didn’t like slow songs like this, it just further empathised how full the place felt.

This would be easier with company, but that wasn’t an option right now. 

For now, we just had to take it slow and easy. (not really steady, commitment to consistency is too much for them) 

Finally they decided what to dwell on, as the voices sang slowly, silky?.. No, velvety. The lyrics were about love, they usually avoided those songs, but romantic love might not be far from the love they expressed maybe.

Romantic that it was earnest and embarrassingly desperate. Friendship others would call it, but this guy always had a hard time with what the feeling is supposed to be. Romance is intimate, intense, passionate. Friendship was casual, friendly. What a limitation of what these feelings could be, all of the above felt ideal. Whatever people say what these feelings can be, They just knew they wanted to be like the things they watched.

Friends staying in the same home, always sticking together despite their conflicts. Playful and Mischievous domesticity. Maybe even the occasional touch of those rivalries, opposite views of the world, but somehow they were attracted to each other. Exciting. Riveting. Yet somehow had an assumed intimate understanding of one another.

This was really sappy, not everyone would understand this need and even if they did, they won’t just let them be their partner for life.

A sigh is all they can muster, ‘I’ll just have to handle this on my own’, they thought. They let their body relax and sink, warm comfy velvet cushions underneath them as they closed their eyes… Maybe that didn’t seem so bad.

My sweet pumpkin pie Koichi Zenigata. I have been lurking in the depths of tumblr searching sweet crumbs of Lupin the Third content. And yes, I gave him grey hairs becuz of the stress that thief gives him. I'll try to add some other details cuz this man has went thru it ALL

Omg I supposed to watch Lupin Part 5 chronologically but I kept seeing crud about the Zenigata Gentleman thief episode and impulsively watched it.

"We'll cross paths again" "You're just a big softie Lupin" OH MAN IM BEING FED WELL WITH THIS EPISODE

This episode just fueled my friggin obssession lord help me. LUPIN GETTING ANNOYED OF ZENIGATA PULLING HIS OWN TRICKS AGAINST HIM OMFG