i've become a master at breaking my own heart with simple thoughts,
Honestly, Glas wishes he was better at talking with people. If he were better at it, it wouldn’t be such an awkward, strenuous task, but it is. And he can’t keep it swallowed down enough to act normal for once, so he keeps to himself and listens as Chulane begins to ask if he has an use for luxere skins. And this is certainly something that has him lending a bit more of an ear toward him, head tilting slightly and blonde hair falling across his brow as he considers it. “W-We might.” He answers honestly, gnawing on his lower lip briefly, wondering what was in it for him.
The idea of a gift has him pursing his lips briefly, before pulling out the little journal he keeps within the bag for ideas or tasks that people ask of him while he’s out and about – as well as the little sketches of inspiration that sit within the pages of it. “Sure… What is it…?” He asks, turning his head toward Chulane and spying the polite smile – surprised at how nice the other man is being after the one in the lumberjack shop had laughed at him. He swallows hard. “What do you want to make, I mean…” He adds on in case he wasn’t clear enough, fishing in his bag for the charcoal and trying to think of what it might be that the other man needs help with.
The idea of a gift has him pursing his lips briefly, before pulling out the little journal he keeps within the bag for ideas or tasks that people ask of him while he’s out and about – as well as the little sketches of inspiration that sit within the pages of it. “Sure… What is it…?” He asks, turning his head toward Chulane and spying the polite smile – surprised at how nice the other man is being after the one in the lumberjack shop had laughed at him. He swallows hard. “What do you want to make, I mean…” He adds on in case he wasn’t clear enough, fishing in his bag for the charcoal and trying to think of what it might be that the other man needs help with.
dreams and hopes that are impossible to achieve
GLAS
