Harper
I was born in a big gray cloud screaming out a love song
The lady jumps, and Harper immediately puts both hands up at his shoulders in the universal sign for harmlessness. He does admittedly feel pretty guilty for having startled her, and her terse response only makes him wilt further like a kicked puppy. But...he's simply so bored. And there's nobody else in the shop! So clearly the only solution is his tried and true method: being annoying.
"Making a dress for the ball?" He tries for his most charming and approachable smile as he leans against the rack holding all the fabrics she's currently perusing, trying to seem cool and laid back. As if he isn't desperately fishing for conversation to appease his ADHD brain. "I feel like even springtime in the Wilds is going to be pretty humid though, so I don't know whether to be glad I'm missing it!" Sweating through a tuxedo would be hell in his opinion. Though normally he's content to wear linen pants and some sort of flowy top, unafraid of presenting in more feminine fashion.
"Making a dress for the ball?" He tries for his most charming and approachable smile as he leans against the rack holding all the fabrics she's currently perusing, trying to seem cool and laid back. As if he isn't desperately fishing for conversation to appease his ADHD brain. "I feel like even springtime in the Wilds is going to be pretty humid though, so I don't know whether to be glad I'm missing it!" Sweating through a tuxedo would be hell in his opinion. Though normally he's content to wear linen pants and some sort of flowy top, unafraid of presenting in more feminine fashion.
among broken chords and unnamed cries -
what a place to come from
what a place to come from
