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Lux is dressed pretty casually today, in an oversized t-shirt that has some old 90s print on it, the sleeves long ago torn off, paired with paint-stained skinny jeans and sneakers. There's some music playing from a radio nearby, currently set to a modern pop/hip-hop station.
Raphael arrives, having changed for the occasion into what is probably the only pair of jeans he owns - light colored skinny ones - all-white sneakers (one must have proper exercise footwear), and the damaged shirt from the other night (with the buttons sewn back on), though it's initially hidden under a navy, Victorian style jacket. He's got his medicine bag with him, and a cheap duffel bag. It's a little weird, him being so mismatched, but he's assuming this is going to be too messy for his good clothing.
Lux glances over to the door as it opens, lips quirking upwards when they see Raphael in his... dressed down state. "Hey." They pause to eye the medicine bag, then snort softly. "You expecting to need that?"
Raphael beams at Lux and then flushes at the look they give his clothing. "Hey. It's only half medical, I use it as a.... I believe the word is 'man purse', as well, since it passes well as steampunk." Once the door is closed behind him, he sets the bags down and takes off the jacket, revealing the damaged shirt. The buttons have been sewn back on, and all but the topmost button and cuffs are fastened, but the thin, red-brown-edged cuts on both upper arms should be pretty recognizable to Lux.
"...Fair." They grin with amusement, watching him slide the jacket off before clearing their throat, turning back to the supplies. "So, I got the stuff for some clay sculpture, paper cutting, and etching-- wood and soft-kut, to see which you prefer. Anywhere you want to start?"
Raphael's lip quirks at that reaction, and he folds his cuffs neatly back, revealing a few thin, well-healed scars on his left forearm, and untucks the shirt so the tails cover half his upper legs, before approaching. "It was too damaged for ordinary uses, so I decided I would make it my artist's smock," he offers as an explanation of why he's wearing this shirt, though what it surely brings to Lux's mind wasn't unintended either. "Well, the clay will get all over my hands, so perhaps that should be last."
"Good point. Clay gets messy. Hmm... Perhaps the paper-cutting, first? I'm worried that carving might make your fingers sore, as it's going to require a bit more pressure than cutting paper would be."
"Yes, I brought a 'nail file' to make sure the edges are still in good shape after, as well. So... well, I don't know what I'm doing. Please. Direct me." Raphael watches Lux's face as he says that, a faint smile on his lips, but the leaves in his Mantle kicking up a little.
They glance sideways to him, eyeing him a moment before puffing out a breath. "You're awful. Come on." Lux gestures to a chair for him to sit, then pushes the mat in front of him. "I got some plain paper and some patterns that I thought you'd like." They're all sort of Victorianesque prints. They start to sit beside him, then pause, glancing towards the radio. "What music do you like?"
He blushes and grins. "Your fault for 'corrupting' me." He sits down, and starts with a plain piece so he doesn't get tempted to just follow along the patterns, shifting it and his chair until he finds what seems like a comfortable position to work in. "Well, everything from my era you'd call classical. Tchaikovsky is a favorite. As to modern music? I'm willing to try listening to most things, though I find rap... confusing and off-putting, for the most part."
Lux shakes their head, moving over to the radio. "You're already corrupted, huh? No hope for you?" They pull out their phone, fiddling with it a moment, then turns the radio to bluetooth. A moment later some classical music starts playing over the speakers. Some playlist that has a fair amount of Tchaikovsky in it. "I'm not a huge classical fan, but... there's this one song I like a lot." They squint as they sit down beside him. "Fuck, who's it by... Oh! Debussy. Clair de Lune. I like that song a lot."
"Would you want there to be?" Softly. Almost worriedly. "Clair de Lune, really? I wouldn't have guessed that would be your style at all."
"I'm teasing you, Raph." They nudge their arm against his. "Relax." They're sitting fairly close--enough so that they can use the mat as well, which keeps the table underneath from getting carved up. "It's not. Usually I listen to music that... keeps my energy up. Don't really like sad music. But..." They shrug. "I've listened to that sometimes, when keeping my energy up isn't an option."
He relaxes significantly. Clearly he is a little nervous about all this. "Hmm. Well, I think energy will serve me better than melancholy, at the moment."
"Well, if you want me to change the music to something else, just let me know." They smile over at him, then look down at the paper thoughtfully. "So. Any idea at all what you'd like the end result to look like? Might be a good idea to lightly trace out lines with a pencil, since cutting is a lot more permanent."
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