[ he fell asleep standing up… more so propped up by his brush. sort of. it’s an awkward situation. mun is putting him here while they college. have at thee. ]
(ᦗ Evie had watched the other reaction, slightly regretting her words now.
She watched the cracks grow, though only for a moment- as it seemed they'd went back to normal just a quickly.
She frowns, trying to read his expression- though her thoughts were cut short.
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[ the hand with the pen stops writing for a moment. he himself stops moving for a moment. it almost seems like the cracks grow in size. ]
[ his figure becomes distorted for just a split second. and then, he’s back to normal. moving as though nothing happened. ]
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She'd let out a small gasp at being lifted, kinda just dangling there now. . . )
Woah. . . Uh- I'm sorry if that was rude, I was just curious!
(ᦗ her soul seemed to react for a moment at the sudden movement,
The movements got more frantic for a moment-
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(ᦗ She watches him for a moment, noticing the extra set of hands that appeared behind them.
She tilts her head for a moment, finding them interesting to look at. . though her eyes traveled back down his face. )
Why do you. . like- have those cracks on your face?
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[ another pair of hands seems to appear behind him, taking hold of the pen and paper to write notes. ]
mhm…
[ he just sort of nods along to her question, not quite listening to it. he’s more fascinated with the current mystery in front of him. ]