Movement caught her attention, just out of the corner of her eye. And Rosalia-chan must have hurt her neck whipping around to look at it. Felix-chan laid there, the sun catching the hints of red and gold in his pelt perfectly. He was like the image of the sun, the perfect representation of summer. Rosalia-chan wasn't one to forget her art supplies, but she did as she walked up to him. Whether he noticed her or not made no difference, it let her watch him more. Like staring at the sunset over the horizon. "Magnifique. You are just what I need!"

"Rosalia-chan is Rosalia-chan and you have exactly what Rosalia-chan needs." She bounced on her toes, glad at least that this other cat seemed nice. Nicer than her siblings at least. His pelt was flaming enough for his personality to be more mellow. It drew her to him like a moth to a flame. "You see, Rosalia-chan has been ispirato. Art has been Rosalia-chan's life but it has always been static. Unmoving. So, it hit her. Rosalia-chan needs a living subject." She puffed up her chest, speaking fast like she thought she'd forget what she was saying.

(sorry, lost this thread)

"Non, non." Rosalia-chan swept her tail from side to side, walking around Felix-chan and looking him over. Her eyes didn't hold the predatory glint that most of Primal Instinct's did though, it was bright and full of wonder. Hard to see on a black as ink background though, eyes that could be considered if creepy if she wasn't so eccentric. "Rosalia-chan appreciates the offer for modeling, but Rosalia was hoping you could be her canvas." Yep, he was just what she needed. She'd have to go collect supplies, the perfect supplies for her model. Their art.

(thank you! i fell in love with a hat in time)

Rosalia-chan was thrilled, jumping up and down for a moment before remembering her dropped supplies. "Ah come with me." She started before stopping, wildly swinging back to face him. "Wait actually, Rosalia-chan isn't prepared for a living canvas. We need to get ready, find the perfect setting, find the proper supplies." She rubbed her paw against the bottom of her jaw before nodding to herself and looking back up at Felix-chan. "Rosalia will be ready in the morn and will summon you then. For now, rest. You must prepare yourself, Felix-chan. Rosalia will go look for supplies."

"Hmm..." Rosalia-chan hummed and hahed for a bit, swinging their head back and forth until they seemingly made a decision. "Very well, Rosalia-chan appreciates the offer. But do not over-exert yourself. You must keep your strength for tomorrow." Rosalia nodded to themselves, seemingly satisfied as they walked away to gather their dropped materials. "Foreign Affairs has a whole section where Rosalia-chan keep my supplies. We will go there."

(lol thank you)

The walk there was rather uneventful. Rosalia-chan was too wrapped up in their own musings for Felix-chan that they couldn't really make conversation. Once they reached the sprawling college campus Foreign Affairs still called base for the time being, it was a quick walk to a smaller building that was set apart from the others. The door was left ajar, it's hinges rusted shut and inviting them in. That's what led the pair to the once art building. Clay on the tables had long dried, left in pieces like the twolegs were called out in the middle of class only to never come back. Paintings and drawings covered the walls, diagrams of color and anatomy as well. The sink by the entrance was coated in various shades of paint that weren't properly cleaned off. The drawing on the chalkboard had long since faded. The ground was covered with all sorts of supplies, closets hung open like someone had rifled through them and not even bothering to close them properly.

Rosalia-chan sprinted to the other side, finding and dragging one of the remaining clean white cloths back towards Felix-chan.

Rosalia-chan let him look around, Felix-chan could have felt Rosalia's gaze on him. But by the time he turned around, Rosalia was back to hanging the white sheet over a box. Pinning it to the other side so it held in place, the cloth draped over the boxes, catching the light shining in from the window. It was almost blinding. Rosalia was straightening out the cloth when he spoke up. "Elyon told Rosalia it was a twoleg place at some point. No one had any interest in it so Rosalia took it for themselves. It has all the supplies someone like Rosalia needs for her art, no?"

He was oddly appreciative when Rosalia-chan would let almost anyone who entertained their ideas enough to come here. But hey, Felix-chan didn't seem to get out of the camp much. Least Rosalia-chan never saw them around. They shook out the cloth, smoothing the wrinkles out before turning to Felix-chan. "It is a background more than a canvas. When the day comes for you to model, you will sit here. This will let the light reflect on you more naturally, and it'll soften it as well."

"Rosalia-chan taught myself." Rosalia smoothed out the last of the wrinkles, before stepping back next to Felix-chan to look over it. "Rosalia has always been artistic, needed an outlet for my creativity. So I have worked hard to get here, then Elyon told Rosalia about this place. It is the perfect place to hone Rosalia's craft." Rosalia almost shone as they spoke, dark eyes tearing up some. But it may have been the pain from their back leg catching up to them. "No one is interested in Rosalia's craft. Rosalia's siblings sometimes destroy it. I like hearing that you do. So thank you." Their voice choked up just a little.