i spent this year as a ghost and...
He waits, anxiously, for Korbin’s response – somewhere internally already beginning to shrivel up with the thought of getting yelled at by this stranger for not having everything on hand… And when Korbin does speak, the boy winces, visibly, at the sound of it – how loud it is in comparison to what he was expecting. And he looks up surprisingly, lips ajar ever so slightly as he begins to mumble his apologies automatically – before realizing the implication of the words.
A hand trembles, reaching over to grab his notebook and flip to an empty page, bypassing a flute diagram he’d been working on, taking the charcoal to write in his chicken scratch handwriting. ’I have a few of these, but the rest might take a week to get done if that’s okay.’ He manages, as quickly as he can, turning the paper and sliding it over toward Korbin with his hunched shoulders, head ducked a bit, refusing to look at Korbin’s face.
He hopes it’s okay, unsure how to speed up the process unless he works day and night the next few days. Which… He could, but it would be an awful lot of work and already he’s so exhausted from this alone.
A hand trembles, reaching over to grab his notebook and flip to an empty page, bypassing a flute diagram he’d been working on, taking the charcoal to write in his chicken scratch handwriting. ’I have a few of these, but the rest might take a week to get done if that’s okay.’ He manages, as quickly as he can, turning the paper and sliding it over toward Korbin with his hunched shoulders, head ducked a bit, refusing to look at Korbin’s face.
He hopes it’s okay, unsure how to speed up the process unless he works day and night the next few days. Which… He could, but it would be an awful lot of work and already he’s so exhausted from this alone.
& I'm not sure where home is anymore
GLAS
