[ Straightening up her posture, tilting her head to the side and pressing the palm of her hand against the crook of her neck to rub at a sore, she crouches over the coffee table. Pressing her fingers against the paper, the nails sadly still bare, Aranea pushes the sketch back in his direction. ]
You know what you want more than anyone else. [ Still, does he even know?? Aranea’s not sure, but whatever, it ends up in her getting paid regardless. ] Take death here to bed with you. Dig into your inner artist, mark it up a bit.
And, yes. [ She sounds particularly exasperated over a statement he hasn’t even said yet, if Ardyn’ll say it at all. ] Do it even if you can’t even draw a stick figure.
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[ Straightening up her posture, tilting her head to the side and pressing the palm of her hand against the crook of her neck to rub at a sore, she crouches over the coffee table. Pressing her fingers against the paper, the nails sadly still bare, Aranea pushes the sketch back in his direction. ]
You know what you want more than anyone else. [ Still, does he even know?? Aranea’s not sure, but whatever, it ends up in her getting paid regardless. ] Take death here to bed with you. Dig into your inner artist, mark it up a bit.
And, yes. [ She sounds particularly exasperated over a statement he hasn’t even said yet, if Ardyn’ll say it at all. ] Do it even if you can’t even draw a stick figure.