A 'Special' Issue (MLB Nathaniel Kurtzberg x Marc Anciel)

Nathaniel's P.O.V:

I can't even feel a single one of my fingers, story boarding this finale is so tiring to my own surprise. I drop my pencil out of my drawing hand as I lean back in my chair a bit, massaging it out with my non-sore hand. Cracking my tired hand's wrist as I glance over to Marc curiously. He somehow never runs out of ideas on what to write. My black haired and bright emerald eyed friend continues to write blissfully as I lean down my chair back down onto earth. Storyboards and comic book covers can't draw themselves though...

I reach out for my pencil as I place the eraser side of it into my mouth, chewing it off in some instinct. What can I even try to draw for some of these scenes? They'll make no such sense if I just draw in something randomly. Yet that's all I wanna draw at this moment. I shrug my shoulders to myself as I continue on the storyboard. The more I work on this, the faster I can give my drawing hand a break.

Marc's P.O.V:

"... No... this doesn't fit in at all!"

I grumble under my breath out of frustration as I start to erase all the work on sheet off. God, writing new ideas on these comics are so tiring. I need to connect and keep everything together while at the same time there needs to be more new villains, depths in character development, new places here in Paris for fights to happen. This is all such a mental mess for me. Nathaniel's probably on the easier hand to simply draw everything I write down. I place my hands on the ends of my own workspace as I slide myself back, standing up off my chair in the process. I walk over to my drawing partners workspace as I hover over his shoulder. Peaking at his on the process work. Nathaniel quickly notices the shadows I cast as he turns around to see me. I chuckle to him as he crumples up a piece of scratch paper as he tosses it to my face. 

"Already fed up  with your part in the finale comic?" Nathaniel asks me as I chuckle some more but nod to him. 

"B-Basically... I-I mean, it's just quiet some work to do after all we've done for this long..." 

Nathaniel turns himself in his chair towards me as he brushes his red bangs over one of his eyes away for a moment. Giving me a split second or two to see the two of his ocean blue eyes open calmly, before his bangs fall back into place. Why does that feel like the best second or two of my entire life? Whatever, I keep my notebook close to my chest still along with my red binder too. 

"Same here, it's honestly tiring and a bit of a nice walk back through our work together. Besides, I'm sure that the school would like to know about the comic finale. As it's so far the hottest thing to happen." 

I smile as I nod to him. Brushing a piece of my black hair behind my ear as this same light blush appears again on my face.... why?

"Huh? Marc you okay? Are you somehow overworking yourself or something?" 

I shake my head to Nathaniel, obviously, if that's the case. Why would I even come here in the first place? At most I would give him some type of text message beforehand. 

"N-No I'm fine, just... probably feeling a bit warm here. That's all Nath." 

"You sure? I mean... if it's really a virus then I can just leave with you-." 

"N-Nope! I'm fine! I had to go soon anyways. I mean-! Not that I wouldn't want to s-stay longer! I-It's just, I have some more stuff to take care of!" 

Nathaniel takes a solid moment to just stare at me with some confusion. That confusion doesn't last too long as it changes into a more calm, warm and kind feeling. Nathaniel reaches for the done storyboard and some of the finished comic itself into his green cardboard portfolio. Placing it onto his work space as he flips onto his shoulder his blue satchel.