Kotah found himself sitting sidways in a rather comfortable chair. His hair fell on either side of his shoulders; some of it dangled past the arm of the chair, casting a tangible shadow from his skull. His anatomy book lay wide open on the table infront of the chair next to a chess board which was fully prepared for a game, though no one was using it at the moment. Kotah's attention, however, was on the sketchpad infront of him.
Kotah chewed idly on one of his metal acupuncture needles while his left hand supported a sketchpad and his right hand toyed with a pencil. Although his attention was on the paper infront of him, his mind was somewhere else. Wandering the depths of his conscious for the slightest bit of inspiration, Kotah explored his childhood memories.
Kotah chewed idly on one of his metal acupuncture needles while his left hand supported a sketchpad and his right hand toyed with a pencil. Although his attention was on the paper infront of him, his mind was somewhere else. Wandering the depths of his conscious for the slightest bit of inspiration, Kotah explored his childhood memories.