"A model...?"
I blink at this blob of blue in bafflement. He's spouting the queerest things I ever heard. For unknown reasons, he just started asking me if he could draw me. I react incredulously, of course. People see me like an eyesore since I like to stick out like a sore thumb, so it's ludicrous to even imagine that someone will want to look at me for a considerable amount of time.
"Are you making fun of me?" I questioned, straight-faced.
"How's that making fun of you?" he retorted, puzzled.
"Don't you at least find me intolerable? I mean, I'm wearing flat shoes and I have this funny hat. Oh, and by the way, that's a rude thing to do without introducing yourself first. Have you no manners?"
At my outburst, he just erupts into a fit of laughter all of the sudden. I only stare at him in return, dumbfounded. This dude is one unpredictable fellow, it seems.
"You're right... I'm sorry..." he trailed off, still chuckling, to which I only roll my eyes in annoyance.
