Lift off your arms and I'll get the coffee
Evie's laughter isn't enough to wake their son, but it fills the space like a warm cloud all the same."Never denied the fun - just might be a delayed payout," she points out with a wink. Her eyes then flick toward the ceiling, as if she might somehow be able to see through its painted surface to the floors and roof beyond. "If they were less...traditional gargoyles then maybe. They're rather grotesque, and not in an enjoyable art-snob way." Though she's far from educated enough on art to even pretend at being a connoisseur of any kind, she's seen more than enough people with their noses in the sky insisting feebler minds simply didn't see the vision.
Humming her agreement, Evie watches him maneuver up and off the couch without waking Erebos, switching only enough to settle into the crook of the couch arm for when he returns. The sketch has found its way back into her hands, and she refines it idly as she waits; it's not as if she'll hide it from him, though it's more for her eyes than his by nature of the tableau it paints.
Humming her agreement, Evie watches him maneuver up and off the couch without waking Erebos, switching only enough to settle into the crook of the couch arm for when he returns. The sketch has found its way back into her hands, and she refines it idly as she waits; it's not as if she'll hide it from him, though it's more for her eyes than his by nature of the tableau it paints.
There's sleep in your eyes, I'll pull the curtains back gently
Evie
