darkandlilium

You could say they went about things differently. Levy was all giggles and smiles. “Good morning”; “How are you doing?”; “You look lovely today.” It was like she genuinely cared about these damn people and the teacher. Gajeel didn’t do this. He was basically a pile of grunts, mutters, curses, and as rough as you get. It was a wonder why the hell he was even taking an art class in the first place. But if that’s what he wanted to do during college, no one could judge him. Here they were again, sitting in class having the option to draw, sculpt, sketch, or paint. Gajeel was welding various sizes o