[ Caught between wanting to roll her eyes or laughing out loud, both insensitive acts considering the apparent gravity of the situation, Aranea admits to herself that this is indeed a sobering experience. For one reason or another, the pressing gravity of choosing the imagery of his tattoo was removing Ardyn out of his usual habits, though only slightly. Or was that presumption true? Aranea hardly knew the guy on a truly professional level, and how he typically behaves in such an environment, actually.
She only smiles slightly, an attempt to brighten the mood. Or make it less awkward, whichever it is. ]
Don’t worry about it. These things take time and money. Wouldn’t go blowing off either if I didn’t know exactly what I wanted.
[ Pausing, she wonders if she should profess that the drawings she’s showing him are mainly based on her own dreams, or rather, her childhood nightmares that became less frequent when she started to grow up. It isn’t the fact that Aranea’s imprinted her own self-centered nature on his project that perturbs her, but the personal nature of it. Personally, she doesn’t want to ink them on her body…
Not that she can pinpoint why.
His question about the last sketch in her hand breaks her out of the reverie. Smile widening, she explains — ]
A reminder that you can always pussy out. [ Slapping the last sketch on the table, ‘KICK ME’ is written in big, frantically scrawled letters. ] Get that if the peer pressure is too much.
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She only smiles slightly, an attempt to brighten the mood. Or make it less awkward, whichever it is. ]
Don’t worry about it. These things take time and money. Wouldn’t go blowing off either if I didn’t know exactly what I wanted.
[ Pausing, she wonders if she should profess that the drawings she’s showing him are mainly based on her own dreams, or rather, her childhood nightmares that became less frequent when she started to grow up. It isn’t the fact that Aranea’s imprinted her own self-centered nature on his project that perturbs her, but the personal nature of it. Personally, she doesn’t want to ink them on her body…
Not that she can pinpoint why.
His question about the last sketch in her hand breaks her out of the reverie. Smile widening, she explains — ]
A reminder that you can always pussy out. [ Slapping the last sketch on the table, ‘KICK ME’ is written in big, frantically scrawled letters. ] Get that if the peer pressure is too much.