Questionable Artistry [Crow/Dale]

At the moment, Dale was sat about in the Commercial Ward, having placed himself out of the way. Chip was sprawled atop his head, and he held a sketchpad and a pencil, of which he had a few more and some other things stashed away. A few...very rough doodles say on the page.
As much as being around people set his nerves badly alight, it wasn't as bad right now. He'd noticed that just for having these things for drawing, people seemed to pay less attention to him, mostly. It wasn't something he expected...but he liked it. An unexpected bonus.
These cost him a little, but it was stuff he could afford. He even managed to get the staff to help him learn how to get started with what he was doing - it was what brought him here now.

So, for now, Dale sat about and continued to practice drawing.
He couldn't do what was on that wall with these, but...he was liking this too.

Someone came close, but they'd probably go...they were speaking to him.
He'd heard that voice, even
Dale turns his gaze from his current sketch to look at them. It was that grey person for below. The one who'd told him about all this stuff. "It's you..." It doesn't look like he was expecting this either, though he seems strangely wary. "Found a place with drawing things. Got some, trying to figure it out. Not looking right yet." Had to keep doing this for a while, apparently...it wasn't something he had a problem with though, though it felt strange to be doing this instead of the things he normally did. It was different.

He turns his attention back to his sketchpad, pencil working away on another awkward doodle. It looked like it was...supposed to be one of the nearby buildings.

Thinking about it..."Yes." The pencil keeps working away. "It's weird. I've never had anything like this to do before. But now, I do." Another set of strokes. "People leave me alone too. Don't have to worry about them."
As his head moves about, Chip does a remarkable job in actually managing to stay in his place atop Dale's head, rather comfortably at that. He looks at Crow for a moment, before hopping down to Dale's side.
The sketch is coming along. If nothing else, he seems to have a good eye, but his technique leaves a lot be desired. Pencil could do with sharpening, too.
"Have you done any of this stuff?"

"They are?" He'd have to remember that one. It'd be useful later, if he managed to do it right.

As Chip tilted his head, and then demonstrated an adeptness in clambering Dale's body that his form should not allow, Dale rests the end of the pencil on his pad. "I...never thought of that. That's...that's true." He didn't know how long he had, but...there were lots of things that you can do, wasn't there? More things all the time, or old things you didn't know about, like this. At least, he thought so.
He looks over at Crow, a thoughtful expression on his face. "What do you do, then? Not enough time, what do you do with yours?"

"Business? Entertaining? Workplace?" A trio of things that he didn't recognise...alright, he'd heard the word 'business' before, but he didn't think he'd heard it in the context that was used here to know the meaning used.
Dale looked back to his pad as Chip sprawled over his shoulder, the synthetic pup barking happily, and did a few more lines before starting on another sketch. The building again, but...more derelict, this time, windows broken and chunks of wall missing. It might have been strangely accurate, had he been better at drawing. "How do you 'find time'? I thought it was just something that went by...not something you can see, but something you know about anyway."

Dale nods along with the explanation, seeming to understand what he's being told. "That all makes sense. But...you said 'a' business. What do you...no, wait, that'll be the way you set things up to get money, won't it..." He nods to himself. "Makes sense..."
Fun...that was a word he was unfamiliar with. They'd let him know what that meant. But...it never really came up. Not before now.
Was this 'fun'? Had he finally found something he found 'fun'?
He stared at his sketchpad.

Dale's pencil stilled. "What would time look like...?" He flipped over the page, and rapidly started working on another drawing. Grabbing a thus far unused rubber, he repeatedly draws and erases several lines and attempts at shading. While he still leaves a lot to be desired, the perspective is clear, and the shapes distinct, even if they don't entirely look right. A black room, with white veins running along the walls. At least, it looked that way in plain pencil. "Glowing lines. Slowly getting bright and dark, changing colour..."

"Maybe...but..." Moving onto another page, he starts another sketch, this one a lot more rough. A massive segmented circle, set on a pedestal or something with stairs leading up to it, with thick wires leading into it. Theres an attempt at a rippling surface inside the circle, with that and some of the wires coloured similarly to the veins from the last drawing. Other wires are pitch black, not even shaded, and there's are smaller circles indented into the segments of the main circle. On the wall behind it are copied characters. What can be seen translates to 'Extr...dition.' The tops of some of the remaining characters can be seen, but are otherwise blocked too much to be legible. "It's what it looks like...I think..."

He sets his pencil down, before gently picking up Chip and taking him in his arms, a pained expression on his face.

"It was...last thing, before..." Dale freezes.
Slowly, Dale turns to look at Crow. After holding his gaze for a few moments, he looks back to the sketch he'd just done.
"...yes, it does!" With those urgent words, he flips over the page on his sketchpad, and rapidly starts hammering out another sketch. The linework is absolutely abysmal as he starts working on...CWIS...dressed in a sombrero...and holding maracas.
Then again, that could be a cowboy hat and a pair of milk bottles...?
He was really rushing that thing. Like he thought it'd cover up his last drawing.
Dale stops, and looks nervously at Crow, trying to read him.