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"Noli are you nearly done?" Seven whines, "My neck hurts like helllllll...."
"Oh quit it, I'm almost done! Let me finish this and you can go back to your...whatever it is you do."
Seven posed in the centre of the dorm, dressed in some of Noli's 'fancier' clothes, which was a stretch in itself, and Noli was taking quite a bit of liberty and imagination while drawing the sketch. It was college, they weren't exactly going to bring much outside of the casual clothing that was safe to wear anywhere with them. Not to mention the little storage space they had meaning clothing options would have to be limited.
Noli offered him to be their muse because they were nearly overdue on an assignment that had a week to finish, and turns out a week was a reasonable time to finish it. Not 8pm the night before.
Nevertheless, Seven was eager to pose that like a statue so Noli wouldn't miss out on a grade. He remembers the way they aggressively turned and posed him when he wasn't doing exactly what they said. Which he thought was stupid, he was holding his arm exactly the way they told him to. But it wasn't like he didn't mind having their hands on him.