2nd sketch - [action]

[sketchingideals]

[One good thing about being taken here is that Jeb hasn't run out of inspiration for art. Currently, he's found a nice place to sit and draw the surroundings around him.

Feel free to approach him, but don't be surprised if he doesn't hear you at first or jumps when he does. This is something that steals his focus very quickly.]

Comments

[i_speak_softly]

Oh. [Having had occasional nightmares on the subject, he can imagine what that would feel like.] I'm sorry.

[sketchingideals]

It's okay, it's not like it's your fault or anything. ...it just hurts a little. [Actually, it hurts a lot.] I don't want to think that the entire time we were friends was a lie.

[i_speak_softly]

[Another nod of understanding. He'll listen if you want to say more.]

[sketchingideals]

[The ball has rolled and he can't stop it. Jeb's gonna say more, only half aware of his company at the moment.]

He was trying to kill someone I love very much... did he get close just to try again?

[i_speak_softly]

[If Don had hackles, they would be rising. There's really nothing he can say to this, but he is officially getting angry on the artist's behalf.]

[sketchingideals]

[Sighs.] I guess... I guess I'll have to face that when I'm sent back.

[He really doesn't want to.]

[i_speak_softly]

Have you - thought about what you're going to do?

[Because honestly, that sounds like a pretty great time to have your life suddenly put on hold.]

[sketchingideals]

I... I've tried to. I can't think of anything.

[i_speak_softly]

[Don understands: He's hardly the family's best strategist. He would feel out of place even trying to give advice right now. He can sympathize, though.]

It hangs over you, doesn't it.

[sketchingideals]

[He appreciates Don's sympathy. It's nice to have someone to talk to about this. He's been holding it in since he got here.]

Yeah...

[i_speak_softly]

I - have something like that too.

[sketchingideals]

I'm really sorry to hear that...

[It's hard to deal with kind of thing when it happens to him, but Jeb doesn't like it when others hurt, and Don seems like a really nice guy.]

[i_speak_softly]

[Don offers Jeb a sideways smile. He likes this kid.]

A lot of people here are in similar situations. Just another strange thing about this place, I guess.

[sketchingideals]

[Jeb smiles a little in return.]

This place really is an interesting one. There's a lot of diversity, but a lot of similarities, too. It's really nice in its own way!

[i_speak_softly]

[A very good attitude. No further need to dwell on the mechanics of Luceti, right?]

Have you been practicing drawing for a long time?

[sketchingideals]

Yeah! I've been drawing since I was really little.

[i_speak_softly]

It shows. [... Unlike his miserable ninja failure a few minutes ago.] Are you planning to do this for a ... for a living?

[sketchingideals]

Thank you! [Jeb is always happy when all his years of dedication to art seems to show to someone else.] Well... yeah, I'm really considering doing it for a living. I just don't know how I'm going to yet!

[i_speak_softly]

[A question occurs.] Do you draw cartoons? Comic strips?

[sketchingideals]

Yeah, sometimes! My little sister really enjoys it when I do.

[i_speak_softly]

Do you have any with you?

[sketchingideals]

Yeah, I think so! I mean, I've worked on a couple since coming here. Give me a second, okay?

[With a smile, he searches until he finds a half-finished strip, then shows that strip to Donatello. It's about a girl wishing on a shooting star.]

[i_speak_softly]

[Don reads the images, then looks at the blank space next to them.]

How does it end?

[sketchingideals]

[Smiles sadly, almost embarrassed to admit it:] ...I come home.

[i_speak_softly]

[... That is the saddest ending.]

[Softly:] Is that your sister?