I've been getting art from this one girl for the longest time. She goes by Renic, and I've never met her, talked to her unprofessionally. But I want to. I see so much emotion in her drawings, it makes me cry. Have you ever just... wanted to comfort the person behind the artwork? I mean I commission her so much.", the raven haired boy looked to his best friend across the table. They were sitting in her favorite coffee shop, Fiddler's coffee. Apparently, it was in this artist's hometown, well, being as Renic is literally the boy's favorite artist... why not? The brunet boy across from the raven haired boy raised an eyebrow," Sean... she probably doesn't want visitors. I was cool with touring her hometown and stuff, but I doubt she wants to see two strangers.", he shrugged as he finished speaking, taking a deep sip from his iced coffee. "Risk, you're such a downer. All we have to do is go check out the address, and hope she doesn't kill us.", Risk visibly choked on his coffee. "What are you talking about, why are you so stuck on visiting her, it's not like she's a comic book artist!", Risk tossed the quarter left of his coffee into the trash bin nearest to him. He grasped Sean's arm and dragged him outside to their car.
"Let's get this stupid little scheme out of your system, let's go to her house. And hope you don't feel crushed when we meet your hero.", they drove for barely fifteen minutes before they happened across an apartment complex. They had no clue which apartment Renic lived in, let alone what her real name was. All they knew was she accepted multiple names on her profile. They drove to the "recreational building", it looked the closest thing to an office. The two young men waltzed in, confused as they looked to their left to see a heftier woman wave and smile at them. She was short, and not very pretty, but she looked cheerful enough. "Umm, we're looking for someone actually. They might go under the names of Renic, Renee, Kelso... my friend here's a big fan of her's." The woman looked stunned, and suddenly guarded as they mentioned the second name. "Renee's not the social type, how did you get her address?", she looked accusingly between the two, she obviously was very protective of Renee in particular... it was strange. "She's a digital artist, we saw her online and my friend here has been ordering from her for ages.", Risk motioned towards Sean, who was now trying to hide behind Risk. The hefty woman chuckled, her armor falling,"Check the L building, address should read L3.", Risk swallowed and nodded, walking out of the building as fast as possible.
The reached the door after much wandering and confusion. It was one of the cleanest they had seen, no decoration. Sean shakily knocked on the door, and they both jumped as a vicious sounding bark resounded through the breezeway. It was horrifying. They heard shouts from what could only be the owners as the dog continued to bark and growl at the metallic white door. A girl's voice was heard, much gentler over the others, a sudden whine sounded as the door opened to reveal a blonde and tall... woman? Risk glanced to Sean, who was now hiding behind him, again. "Hey um, Renee? My friend Sean here really likes your artwork-", the dog continued to growl and bark even though Renee now had a fistful of it's scruff in her hand as she pressed him to the couch by the door. Agressive dog he guessed. Renee, paused and stepped to the side," Just come inside, please. The dog will jump, he's just excited to see people.", Risk... wasn't sure what was going on. But now he was faced with a pretty girl, chubby, but definitely not fat. He felt a little faint as he sat down on the couch to greet the now whining and jumping dog. Sean giggled shyly. "Now what is going on?", Renee seemed extremely guarded. Risk wasn't sure what to do. But he let his mouth take control as soon as it started moving. "Well... uh, my friend... Sean here. Orders from you a lot. He's under the name three bars? He's been ordering from you a lot for the past few years.", The bright haired girl looked flustered. Her cheeks growing splotchily flushed. "That doesn't explain how you got my address, or what drove you to find me.",
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