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One of My French Girls
“What the hell are you doing over there?” Alex suddenly asked with a laugh. I shrugged and kept on going, not moving my gaze from my masterpiece. “Obviously it's something good, or your tongue wouldn't be sticking out of your mouth; you only do that when you're trying to concentrate,” he pointed out. I didn't even know my tongue had left my mouth in the first place.
I continued to ignore him nonetheless, and when it was done, I smiled to myself before stepping away for Alex to see, a grin on my face. He looked it over for a few silent seconds before he turned to me, his eyes asking me a million questions at once. A smile was on his face, though, so it was okay.
“What's that supposed to be?” he finally asked aloud after about a minute of me watching him look at my painting.
“It's you, naked,” I explained.
“Am I really that fat? Where's my dick?” he questioned through a few small chuckles.
“I painted you like one of my French girls,” I replied, my grin turning into a smirk.
I continued to ignore him nonetheless, and when it was done, I smiled to myself before stepping away for Alex to see, a grin on my face. He looked it over for a few silent seconds before he turned to me, his eyes asking me a million questions at once. A smile was on his face, though, so it was okay.
“What's that supposed to be?” he finally asked aloud after about a minute of me watching him look at my painting.
“It's you, naked,” I explained.
“Am I really that fat? Where's my dick?” he questioned through a few small chuckles.
“I painted you like one of my French girls,” I replied, my grin turning into a smirk.
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Paint
Prompt Eleven