Don't shout at me like I'm across the room when I'm right here, when you're right this time
He chews on his lip as he writes down his response for Korbin, green gaze flickering up to try and see what the other man makes of it. And at Korbin’s response, some sort of… Enthused sensation fills him – the fact that it wouldn’t be a hobby, that he could proudly beam to his parents that he’s been commissioned for it, that he would be doing it as his job. Perhaps that would make it easier to convince them to let him.
Regardless, there’s a small smile that crosses his face as he nods to that – able to figure out exactly what all he’d need, some trial runs he could likely pass by Korbin to see how the other man thought of it, what tweaks needed to be done, things of that nature. So he grabs the paper again, nodding, before he goes to write again. “I’ll probably have some first… Versions of it, if you wouldn’t mind testing them out for me to ensure they’re okay enough?” He writes, sliding it over toward Korbin and looking back up to the other man’s face.
Regardless, there’s a small smile that crosses his face as he nods to that – able to figure out exactly what all he’d need, some trial runs he could likely pass by Korbin to see how the other man thought of it, what tweaks needed to be done, things of that nature. So he grabs the paper again, nodding, before he goes to write again. “I’ll probably have some first… Versions of it, if you wouldn’t mind testing them out for me to ensure they’re okay enough?” He writes, sliding it over toward Korbin and looking back up to the other man’s face.
GLAS
