Sainō Academy (1x1x1 dbzhardcore, Vanguard, Dreams)

♥ Samuel sighed to himself as he started wandering down the hall, his stomach was already growling but his mind was elsewhere. His sketchbook was already out; a large page open in front of him as he worked diligently. His left hand held the sketchbook up while his right kept drawing, he had something planned out and he wasn't about to let something as little as hunger get in the way of it! As he made his way towards the vending machines he heard a loud thud, the loud exclamation afterwards could only mean one thing. Amy must have had the worst of luck again; unfortunately he couldn't guarentee that. Nor was he able to see that Max was there as well since he had remained silent. Looking up from his sketch before it was finished could be seen as a cardinal sin. "Mind getting me one of whatever you're getting out of there?" Samuel asked without looking up, "I'll pay you back for it; but currently I can't stop what I'm doing. I'll even pay extra if you feed me it." He went on, clearly no reservations; his mind only thought of art. Other courtesy was just nonsense.

♥ "My wallets in my front left pocket, don't know why; if you need it for the bun feel free to grab it yourself." He finished, leaning against the wall adjacent to the vending machines; violence and kicking them wasn't his style. He could just hope that his luck allowed for his food not to get stuck, and fortunately enough, he tended to have great luck.

♥ Samuel barely had time to move his pencil out of the way as the bun came sailing over his sketchbook; he flattened it out and caught it flat, finally resorting to looking up. His eyes dilated and for a moment he winced, the light was a lot brighter... "Thanks.." He murmured, shunning the light for a moment before he grew accustomed to it's glare. With a small flourish, he twiddled his pencil around his fingers and ended up putting it in his back pocket; smiling as he recalled the last time Max had reached for his wallet. "It's not my fault you reached into the wrong one. You should have assumed I meant my left." Samuel commented, he didn't have much of an issue with proximity; but it wasn't his fault it turned out like that!

♥ He held the sketchbook aloft with his left hand as his right managed to open into the bag with a bit of finger dexterity, art truly helped with that; pulling out the bun he took a rather quick bite of it before moving to toss the plastic trash away. As Amy started offering Max some of his offered bun back he nearly laughed, but instead swallowed what he had been chewing before speaking. "Eat up Max, now that I have a proper look I can tell you've been practicing; your hair's still wet from the shower." Samuel went on, smiling softly at the sight as he bit into his bun again. "We can't have you starving on us before first period."

♥ "You did your best." Samuel agreed with a smirk, "I change it up every now and again anyway. It's interesting to be able to use both hands, it helps with drawing too; not a lot of artists use enough angles for their brush strokes." He went on, talking calmly as he ate some more of the bread that was tossed his way; savoring a bit of the taste, but to be honest it was rather bland. To be honest he got it more out of convenience, the price of it was really nothing; he just didn't feel like ordering any food. He had been told frequently that students should not order any takeout and have it delivered to their school. "Anyway, it's not like I'll hold it against you." Samuel smirked, finishing the rest of the bread with one large bite before pulling his pen back out and putting some finishing touches to his sketch. It was rather simple really, just an illustration of birds; the fun part was perspective. It went from miniature V's in the background that slowly started taking form into a highly detailed eagle in the foreground, the concept was nice but he'd have to use a real canvas to make it look any better. Oddly enough, Samuel managed to glance upwards as Max demonstrated his moves in unison with each expression. "I'm surprised they let you practice on the courts so early, not to mention use the shower; I guess they allow a lot of leeway for the prodigy's here." Samuel went on, "They still don't let me bend the rules. Much." He finished, returning his eyes to the sketchbook for a moment.

♥ There was a small rustling around him, but to be frank Samuel didn't mind all that much; as a hand slipped into his pocket and retrieved his wallet all he did was grin. "Now I thought you said you weren't hungry, or do you actually plan on taking me up on my offer of feeding me?" He chided, within the wallet she would find three twenty dollar bills and a five; nothing compared to the debit card that was on the side of it. His art had been getting commissioned lately, sold at galleries and marketed globally; something about youths and talent marked the general population's interest far to much. Their eagerness to get his supposed "early" works was overwhelming, but his manager told him that it was good business. As she joked about the money he didn't bother worrying about it, but as she jested about the condom his chuckled a bit. "Front pocket, the leather's a bit tight to pull back but you'll find one there. Apparently when you get commissioned to draw nude models they hand them out... Just in case you need to take a break." Samuel quipped, the story was true; but he didn't like taking breaks. Still, he had been given one and he ended up tucking it away all the same. "Do you need it for something special rocker girl?" Samuel joked, the wrapper itself was ornate; fancy, but it had no information as to what it was like in regard to size or composition. What was with those large name brands anyway?