i spent this year as a ghost and...
The bell rings, and anxiety begins to set in immediately – the charcoal making a sharp line through the diagram he’d been working on in his notebook as he tries to push it away a bit awkwardly. He focuses on the figure that approaches, the air about him, and Glas can’t help but to swallow hard as soon as Korbin’s eyes land on him. He feel so small in comparison, moving to stand and refrain from wringing his hands, so he settles for the slight tapping of his foot.
The smile is met with a wide eyed look, unsure how to take it and so he immediately averts his gaze to the note offered, reading the request on it. He remembers working on a few of these, and his gaze briefly flickers back up to Korbin to scan his face before he can’t help but to chew on the inside of his lip, taking the note and setting it down with a nod. Did this guy talk? “I-I have a couple of these on hand right now… The rest of it…” He pauses, turning to look at the shelving that holds much of the same kind of wares that the Kraai had ordered before – a popular look as of late – before his curtain of blonde hair whips back to focus on Korbin (more accurately anywhere but his face). “M-Might take a week... To make… If that’s okay?”
The smile is met with a wide eyed look, unsure how to take it and so he immediately averts his gaze to the note offered, reading the request on it. He remembers working on a few of these, and his gaze briefly flickers back up to Korbin to scan his face before he can’t help but to chew on the inside of his lip, taking the note and setting it down with a nod. Did this guy talk? “I-I have a couple of these on hand right now… The rest of it…” He pauses, turning to look at the shelving that holds much of the same kind of wares that the Kraai had ordered before – a popular look as of late – before his curtain of blonde hair whips back to focus on Korbin (more accurately anywhere but his face). “M-Might take a week... To make… If that’s okay?”
& I'm not sure where home is anymore
GLAS
