Lake Bismuth swimming in a fish bowl

He shrugged. "I’ve been told I can be absent-minded." The reply was short and simple. Be it due to his easygoing nature or his lack of ability to pick up context clues, her sly comments seemed to pass on by without much reaction from him. His focus still seemed to remain on his project. Dedication, you could call it.

His tail flicked back and forth in thought for a minute before he began to speak again. "I don’t seem to have a knack for this. You’re doing better than me, anyhow." His tone sounded a bit melancholy. Maybe he was more aware of himself than thought to be believed. Often times when he spoke, his words carried more emotion than his face. Just like right now. His expression was blank. An air-headed aura clung to him.

Bakari began grooming out his fur, shaking the dirt-like taste from his tongue. His beige coloring slowly began to show up behind the red. Had he given up on sculpting already? It sure looked like it. Hm, so maybe you wouldn’t call it dedication at all.

"What’s your name, by the way? More importantly, what brings you here?" His questions landed back to back. Curiosity hid behind them, but he couldn’t say he’d be all that disappointed if he was denied an answer.