<i>It's not like real sculpting</i>...  As Eddy spoke, Luke's interest grew, and he sat up straighter on the stool.  The man talked like he had done this before, had been a sculptor-- had he?  That could make some sense; he was ridiculously strong, he definitely had an artist's eye...  It was obvious he used to make things with his hands, but Luke had at first thought maybe that had been manual labor.<br/><br/>Then again, add in the stupidly luxurious apartment he knew was somewhere above their heads, and Luke should've guessed sooner.  Intrigued, he wanted to learn more about this mystery in front of him, and the boy rest his elbows on the counter, chin in his palms.<br/><br/>"You're an artist...?"  He asked, noticing the way Eddy was looking everywhere except at him.  Maybe Eddy didn't want to talk about it, or maybe it was a sensitive issue...  If he used to sculpt, well, that was something he couldn't do anymore, not like he used to.  It'd be hard to talk about something so personal.<br/><br/>"Made anything I might've seen...?"  A cheeky, but goodnatured question, and he looked at Eddy with a shine in his rain-colored eyes.  Maybe the guy had done some public works, some local pieces... Luke couldn't even imagine how extensive Eddy's fame actually was.