Awkward

Chase was in the back. He saw the girls come in but they didn't notice him. Nya looked out of place, then she turned and took a seat in the back near him. She spied him then and waved. He waved back. "You should be at an easel if you're here to draw," he said.

"Just auditing the class for the day," she replied.

The teacher came in, your classic art type - with French accent to boot. "Now students, we are all adults here, so we will begin with the most basic of forms... the nude. I want you to do your best to capture the model, his lines and please, don't skimp on anything unless it makes you uncomfortable.

Then out came Amir in a bathrobe. The teacher had suggested he not make eye contact with anyone. Thankfully, the lights were focused in on him which also made it harder to make out the faces of the other students.

"Now, today's sitting will be a male, Feel free to take whatever pose you want which you can hold as still as possible but please, don't be shy," the teacher instructed. With that, Amir disrobed and took a seat on a stool. At first, he wanted to sit very cross-legged but knew that's not what the professor wanted. 'All it's forms' she had told him before class.

He opted to take a sort of thoughtful, gazing into the distance pose with one knee up and his other leg angled out. Amir knew he was fit, not perfect, but years of training in different sports had him in very decent shape. And he'd never felt poorly endowed.

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Chase gasped. He figured it was bound to happen eventually, but not like this... so, pronounced. Made the future conversations about why he was going to be so private with his body all the more awkward. He couldn't help but turn and spy Nya gawking.