“… What no, I use charcoal as-, I’m not an idiot ya dummy. I was trying to joke-. You know what, never mind.”
He rolled his eyes
"alright-guess I'll just ask the duke when he comes back....ya got a pencil then?"
“.. There’s charcoal in the closet back there, and yes I got a pencil. Your sitting next to a mug filled with pen’s and pencils.”
"Hm-"
He looked up
"....Oh-"
“…”
Heisenberg at this point, was now just focusing on his book. Grabbing a pen from the mug, and underlining something in the book. |>
"..."
He grabbed the charocal from the closet
“.. What are you even gonna do with the Charcoal?”
He didn't answer, instead grabbing a piece of blueprint paper from the desk.
“.. As much as I like silence, I do not want to hear just that from you.”
He put the paper ontop of a drawing board and sprawled out on the ground on his stomach, legs behind him. he grabbed the charcoal.
