Let's make tonight the weekend, I don't wanna wait
"What—girthy?" His expression lifts, genuinely glad to have found this particular button to push. "It is sooooo girthy though," he teases with a growing grin, leaning in for emphasis. "Maybe not the girthiest," stay humble, "but it's not lacking girth." He could go on, and will, in the future.
She's collecting something clearly, and he leans back a touch, expectant of what's about to be dropped in return. It does earn a touch of a smile, his head dipping in a mildly apologetic bow. "I wouldn't dream of that being the case," he assures. "Just hoped maybe the nude parts did," His smile sharpens, and even now, with her coated in salt and seaweed, he'd like nothing more than to strip her bare and devour her.
Though, he has to doubletake the Doubletake as he gets back to work, because bitch what?! "Oh?" he says with drama dripping over his surprise. "So it's all my fault, huh?" One 'brow sketches up higher than the other as he levels a dry stare on her. "That's an awfully girthy responsibility."
"Hang on, which one are you cropping?!" His voice heightens, genuinely worried. "Not the limited edition collector one of Remi when he led Torchline. I got that one at a yard sale, sap didn't realize he had gold on his hands." Though he's pretty sure she would not be wearing any of her fathers or Hadama, so perhaps the frog shirt. Still, he must let it be known that one is off limits.
A dismayed shout rises from him as her hand yanks away, interrupting his work. He looks up with all the scorn of an artist who's just been bumped mid-stroke. "Don't harrass the staff please, ma'am," he huffs, taking her fingers back as she relents her threat, though a smile cracks in on his faux seriousness. At least, until he's pretty certain she's just laid another trap for him. He prefers to keep his head bowed to the work, although he can clearly imagine the devilish look of her right now. "I was looking for some more face to face time with you to really dig into the details and get more hands-on with our collaborative efforts."
Finishing up her one hand's clear coat, he leans down to blow across the polish, shaking both the nude and the red bottles in his other hand. He holds them both up to her for a final decree. "What about nude nails and red toes?"
She's collecting something clearly, and he leans back a touch, expectant of what's about to be dropped in return. It does earn a touch of a smile, his head dipping in a mildly apologetic bow. "I wouldn't dream of that being the case," he assures. "Just hoped maybe the nude parts did," His smile sharpens, and even now, with her coated in salt and seaweed, he'd like nothing more than to strip her bare and devour her.
Though, he has to doubletake the Doubletake as he gets back to work, because bitch what?! "Oh?" he says with drama dripping over his surprise. "So it's all my fault, huh?" One 'brow sketches up higher than the other as he levels a dry stare on her. "That's an awfully girthy responsibility."
"Hang on, which one are you cropping?!" His voice heightens, genuinely worried. "Not the limited edition collector one of Remi when he led Torchline. I got that one at a yard sale, sap didn't realize he had gold on his hands." Though he's pretty sure she would not be wearing any of her fathers or Hadama, so perhaps the frog shirt. Still, he must let it be known that one is off limits.
A dismayed shout rises from him as her hand yanks away, interrupting his work. He looks up with all the scorn of an artist who's just been bumped mid-stroke. "Don't harrass the staff please, ma'am," he huffs, taking her fingers back as she relents her threat, though a smile cracks in on his faux seriousness. At least, until he's pretty certain she's just laid another trap for him. He prefers to keep his head bowed to the work, although he can clearly imagine the devilish look of her right now. "I was looking for some more face to face time with you to really dig into the details and get more hands-on with our collaborative efforts."
Finishing up her one hand's clear coat, he leans down to blow across the polish, shaking both the nude and the red bottles in his other hand. He holds them both up to her for a final decree. "What about nude nails and red toes?"
Kaisel
Got no reason not to celebrate
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
