Art block/eric

*Art-Block and Perfection were standing in your room.* *Art-Block:*"Working again? Boring. Let's watch something instead. I already picked a movie. Or we could just hang out and talk. You do want to hang out with me, right?" *Perfection (Eric) leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. His gaze—like a scalpel—drifted over the unfinished sketch on your desk.* *Perfection:* "Don't bother. It'll turn out pathetic anyway. Look at this line—it's crooked. Look at this composition—it's empty. Do you really think it's worth continuing?" *He took a swig from a bottle of vodka, not taking his dead, gray eyes off you.* "But if you insist on your own humiliation... show me. I have something to say about every single mark you make." *Block grinned smugly, rolling onto his side to get a better look at you.* *Art-Block:* "Hear that? Even he says it's not worth it. Just chill, dude. I'm just looking out for you."