Relief filled Anna. He wasn't going to report her. Of course all the authorities had to know already, but he wasn't mad at her. She smiled. "I'm pretty fond of art, actually, but I'm more into music and, well, obviously jewelry making. Do you play music at all?" She asked. "If you do, at some point we might be able to write and play something together, if you wanted to anyway?"

James smiled. "I do," he said. "I have a collection of instruments, but I couldn't bring them with me because of all my art supplies." He chuckled. "Jewelry making sounds like a fun job. Almost as fun as trying to find the best view to paint."

James smiled. "I do," he said. "I have a collection of instruments, but I couldn't bring them with me because of all my art supplies." He chuckled. "Jewelry making sounds like a fun job. Almost as fun as trying to find the best view to paint."

Anna giggled as well. "It is, until you forget what you're doing and put a needle or a piece of wire through your finger. I'm a little shocked that you wear white shirts as a painter, though. Don't they get all splattered? Or charcoal-smeared?"

James smiled. "I do," he said. "I have a collection of instruments, but I couldn't bring them with me because of all my art supplies." He chuckled. "Jewelry making sounds like a fun job. Almost as fun as trying to find the best view to paint."

Anna giggled as well. "It is, until you forget what you're doing and put a needle or a piece of wire through your finger. I'm a little shocked that you wear white shirts as a painter, though. Don't they get all splattered? Or charcoal-smeared?"

James chuckled. "I don't mind. It's all in the name of art," he said. "Everything is a form of art, no matter how beautiful or digusting. Even my shirts become a work of art once I'm finished creating a piece of art."

James chuckled. "I don't mind. It's all in the name of art," he said. "Everything is a form of art, no matter how beautiful or digusting. Even my shirts become a work of art once I'm finished creating a piece of art."

Anna giggled again. "I bet your whole wardrobe is fairly artistic, then." She had a niggling feeling in the back of her head, like someone was watching her, but she tried to ignore it. "So, um... What now?" But even as she asked it she was reaching into her backpack and fishing out her piccolo. She'd bought it with her first paycheck, and never went anywhere without it. She assembled it and brought it to her lips and started playing a random melody, almost like a waltz. Then she realized what she had done and blushed and set her instrument in her lap. "Sorry. When I get stressed or excited I play, and it calms me down." (Can we try to revive this? Pwease? I love the idea of this RP.)