Don't shout at me like I'm across the room when I'm right here, when you're right this time
He gives Korbin as much time as he needs to inspect the work he’s done. And when the raven’s eyes turn onto him, Glas keeps his gaze averted – though the comparison to Misha has the curve of his lip raising in a small smile. He’s heard of her, never had the fortune of meeting her. But he only nods to that, nothing else to add until Korbin sets the lute down again and focuses on the question Glas posed back.
The answer is understandable, and Glas gnaws on the inside of his cheek. He can’t imagine not being able to hear – something about the idea strikes a bit of fear within him, though he tries his best to mask it, nodding along in understanding and taking the paper back so he can scribble on it again. There’s a moment of pause, the pencil stuttering against the paper at the mention of a dragon, and his head shoots up – verdant gaze strong as he looks at Korbin’s face, searching for something before his gaze drops to the paper.
’A dragon dragon?’ He writes, sliding the paper back over, unashamedly worrying at his lip as he focuses on Korbin’s face, quite uncharacteristically.
The answer is understandable, and Glas gnaws on the inside of his cheek. He can’t imagine not being able to hear – something about the idea strikes a bit of fear within him, though he tries his best to mask it, nodding along in understanding and taking the paper back so he can scribble on it again. There’s a moment of pause, the pencil stuttering against the paper at the mention of a dragon, and his head shoots up – verdant gaze strong as he looks at Korbin’s face, searching for something before his gaze drops to the paper.
’A dragon dragon?’ He writes, sliding the paper back over, unashamedly worrying at his lip as he focuses on Korbin’s face, quite uncharacteristically.
GLAS
