Shen Yuan has to sit back, a little bit, and blink at his canvas for a minute. That's—his mouth wobbles—he schools himself to perfect, stone-faced calmness, the way he used to have to do to keep his cool and not get dinged by the System, and clears his throat. "You know," he says, "in my original world—in my time—there are many people who like to, um, imagine themselves as anthropomorphic animals. Some people actually make a living doing commissions of the kind you're talking about. I won't pretend to their skill in melding human and animal features, that was never my particular niche, but I'm definitely happy to, uh, make the attempt." To draw Sir Sagramore as a dog furry. For his Shakespearean husband. Who is currently sitting here, for a portrait, wearing a collar.
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Date: 2023-11-28 01:18 am (UTC)Shen Yuan's life is so, so weird.