Levi knows from bombastic old drama queens. Angels are almost entirely bombastic old drama queens. "Sure thing! The garden's pretty inspirational, anyway, and the sun's good for me."
He tosses his fries away, since he was done with them anyway, but after a little bit of juggling he manages to carry his sketching supplies and the remnants of his coffee down the short path to the building's garden. There are benches and picnic tables, and he parks himself at one peacefully.
"Too heavy, really? You're tall but you don't look like you'd break a chair." He must be heavier than he looks. "I keep thinking someone should make chairs to fit the angels' wings better, too, but I'm no carpenter."
"That so?" He smiles. "I can make myself available if you want a hand painting sets sometime. I did that for a couple years for a theater in Chicago."
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He tosses his fries away, since he was done with them anyway, but after a little bit of juggling he manages to carry his sketching supplies and the remnants of his coffee down the short path to the building's garden. There are benches and picnic tables, and he parks himself at one peacefully.
"Too heavy, really? You're tall but you don't look like you'd break a chair." He must be heavier than he looks. "I keep thinking someone should make chairs to fit the angels' wings better, too, but I'm no carpenter."
"That so?" He smiles. "I can make myself available if you want a hand painting sets sometime. I did that for a couple years for a theater in Chicago."