<strong>Hector Cobblepot, Commons, sorting himself out perhaps</strong><br/>(http://blogs.nyu.edu/projects/materialworld/Fig1SteampunkFashion.jpg)<br/>Hector had finally pulled himself away from his latest piece, need a bit of a refresher before continuing on with it. Wearing a long apron of leather to protect his clothing, he glanced down at the layers of paint smears that now covered it. Shrugging to him self, smirked. “Mmm would you look at this Blake? Certain a mess we have here but very much worth it for the deliciousness of this new piece. I can see that coming here was a good plan, don’t you think so Demetri?”<br/><br/>There were no answers today but that was okay. He didn’t need their responses to know that he had done a good job with this new piece. It was a delightful piece containing a couple in bed in the middle of their lovemaking (http://www.eroti-cart.com/index.php?main_page=popup_image&pID=397) and he felt he had done quite a good job of adding the right details to make the eyes draw towards the best places. “Hmm still needs something but alas I can not think of it. You two can pipe in any time now as you always seem to have all the answers.”<br/><br/>Hector twitched for a second, his voice need deeper, the persona of Demetri arising. “Hector why must you bother me so, I was thinking. I swear if you painted as much as you talked we would be rich by now. Now shut up!”<br/><br/>Hector blinked and frowned. “Well same to you Demetri, I don’t need your damn help anyways.”<br/><br/>Shaking his head, he muttered several more choice words as he patted his apron and headed for the door. It was surprising to find someone in the commons as he always seemed to show up when it was empty. “Oh hello there. Umm…” He snapped his fingers several times before pointing at her. “Candy… Candy? Right? Pretty sure it was Candy. It is Candy isn’t it Blake? Demetri? Oh to hell with you two.”<br/><br/>He offered a nod and moved over towards the counter that held the sacred coffee pot, or so he thought anyways. Glancing back at her as he moved, he considered her form. She would make a wonderful subject for his next piece but he was ever so bad at convincing people to be is subject. They usually laughed when he explained that it was not a portrait he was going for but something more erotic. “So… ummm… off to work?”<br/>