Didn't class finish? (Open)

[Josef Paerson]

Josef was prepared for the touch that time, knowing that artists tended to prefer such subtle changes in angle that it was easier for them to move their subject themselves rather than having to explain what tiny shift they required, so he managed to avoid being startled by it.

"Okay." Josef said simply, holding himself back from simply nodding. It wasn't that he thought Misato would need him to be completely still, as long as he was mostly still, but being helpful in this situations was, as many things Josef did, the polite thing to do, so he kept as still as he could (which was actually really quite still) and waited, letting his mind wander as Misato drew - to the point he started to space out more than a bit.

[Misato Hazukashi]

Moe's hand moved quickly across the paper at first, sketching in the important facial features to gain a rough canvas. Then, after a time, his hand slowed, and he began to shade the delicate changes in light and dark, a concentrated expression on his face. Every now and then he'd glance up analytically to scan Josef's face.

"Thank you." The blonde finally said as the drawing was nearly done, grabbing an eraser to give highlights to various places on the face of the portrait. After a moment longer, the boy finished, and he sat back, smiling brightly. "What do you think?" He said softly, looking to Josef for approval.

[Josef Paerson]

Josef hesitated when he was asked what he thought, because of course he wanted to lie, needed to lie almost, and on top of that too much praise might actually endear Misato to him and Josef didn't want the boy getting too attached or he'd probably try and get closer, and that was definitely not what Josef wanted.
All of that should mean he ought to say the picture was terrible, and that he hated it, but Josef wasn't a mean person, his lying wasn't intended to hurt people, and it just wasn't polite to be that harsh, so he really wasn't sure what to say.

"It's...." he began, then paused. "It's great, I really like it. You know my uncle is actually a famous artist, I've never met him but I've seen his work, you're almost as good as him."
The truth came out very quickly, and the lie very quick on its heels to make Josef feel better.

[Misato Hazukashi]

Moe's face positively lit up when Josef complimented his artwork, and he clapped his hands to his cheeks a moment, wriggling slightly, before laughing. "Thank you so much! It's a real honour to be compared to a proper artist." The boy said breathily, taking a moment to delicately pull the paper away and offer it almost shyly to Josef. "It's... for you." He said hesitantly, pushing it over, then busying himself with his bag.

After a moment of shyness, the blonde tucked his hair behind his ear and smiled. "I have a lot of uncles...and Aunts. For a Japanese family, we're really quite big. Back at home there's my little brother Ren, he's sweet. I miss him." The words came out hastily, almost falling out his mouth as he spoke, still looking vaguely bashful at his small gift.

[Josef Paerson]

"Oh... Thank you..." Josef said, a little surprised as he took the paper. He said thank you almost automatically, knowing it was the polite thing to say, but in truth he was slightly startled by the gesture, and just a tiny bit worried by it. His compliment had accidentally endeared Misato to him a little more, and the gift was representative of getting a little closer, wasn't it? It was only really friends that did that sort of thing, but then it was a picture of Josef, so perhaps it was just like a commission piece... only without any money actually changing hands.
Something like that anyway.

"I just have one uncle." He put aside his confusion and focused on something he knew, something that made sense - lying. "But I have a lot of brothers and sisters. Tonnes, in fact."

[Misato Hazukashi]

Moe cocked his head eagerly as Josef recieved the drawing, trying to understand whether he genuinely meant the thank you or not. Pressing his little fingers together, he bobbed his head at the thank you, then lifted a hand and brushed the air with it. "It's okay, it's a picture of you, so you should own it." He added with an air of simplicity, closing the paper.

"Awww, that sounds like hard work." The blonde wrinkled his nose in thought, trying to imagine lots of brothers and sisters all bustling around his house. "I mean, it's probably nice sometimes but all those birthday and christmas presents! And you'd always have trouble with privacy... right?" The teen hesitated then, almost wondering if he'd been too presumptuous in his mini-daydream.

"Or uh... am I wrong?"

[Josef Paerson]

Josef nodded and smiled, rolling the picture up carefully and tucking it away into his bag. That simple statement made him feel much better, 'it was a picture of you so you should own it' was much more impersonal, it wasn't indicative of any sort of closeness and Josef could happily take the picture and relax without worrying about it.

"Oh it's exactly like that." Josef agreed. He wondered if that counted as telling the truth since he imagined it probably would be exactly like that, but decided it was ok since it wasn't, as he had only the one sibling. "It means we have a really big house but it's always so full, and christmas is really expensive."

[Misato Hazukashi]

Moe looked thoughtful for a long time, his fingers pressing against each other. Eventually he smiled and nodded at Josef's words and put his hand gently on the boy's shoulder. "Well, it's sort of lunch time." He said politely, carefully wording it. "Would you like to come to lunch with me? It's just there's a restaurant in town that serves sushi and I don't want to go on my own."

The words rushed out of the tiny blonde's mouth, and he swallowed nervously. "Of course if you don't like Japanese food that's okay but I'd really like to go with you. Maybe you can tell me stories while we eat and I can tell you about Japan?" His voice was soft and hopeful, and he looked almost pleadingly at Josef, teeth knitted in his lip.

[Josef Paerson]

Josef felt awkward, he didn't really want to accept the invitation but he knew it would be impolite to refuse - this was why he tried to avoid social situations, in case instant invitations ever came up. In the end, it was the mention of stories that clinched it, the possibility that he could spend the whole time lying made him feel much better about the invite. Josef's lying could be considered something of a defence mechanism in other ways - the more lies he told, the more likely somebody would work out, or later find out, that he hadn't been telling the truth, and the less likely they were to interact with him again.

He would just go on this lunch trip (besides, he had never tried sushi and he wouldn't mind) and then carefully avoid making any future arrangements and he should be just fine.
It took him a few moments of deep thought, but eventually he nodded.
"Ok, that sounds like a great idea."

[Misato Hazukashi]

Misato visibly lit up when Josef agreed to go with him, and the little blonde gathered up his skirts and got up, shouldering his bag. Beaming, he gave Josef an awkward thumbs up. "Well, just follow me and I'll take you, I'll show you how to eat sushi properly too." The little teen was so excited to have made a friend that would go eat sushi with him that he instantly felt a spring rise in his step as he went to the door. "Thank you for coming." He added hastily, grinning.

As he swung the door open, Misato tilted his head and smiled. "And if you don't like it, we can pick up pizza on the way back. Promise." Fidgeting and grabbing his purse, it took every part of Moe not to bounce eagerly on his toes and hum. Wait till Vincent found out he'd made a new friend!

[Josef Paerson]

"You're welcome." Josef replied politely, gathering up his things and following Misato out. He should probably have said something like it would be a pleasure or he was happy to, but even though he'd be entirely comfortable lying, he didn't want to encourage Misato too much, so decided to stick with the simple but polite.

"Well, we'll see." Josef said with a small smile, though he had already decided that even if he didn't like it, he wouldn't say anything, wouldn't extend the lunch any longer than he had to. "I'm sure it'll be very nice." he added, following the other boy out of the room.