the irony wasnt lost on her. ﹚ i cant help it——you . . ﹙ she shuts her eyes, form tenses. just dont react. dont engage. its fine. ﹚ . . nevermind . ﹙ beyond defeated, she further recoils. ﹚
﹙ she takes a step back——upper torso leaning away. gaze wandering. practically curling into herself. familiar tears growing evermore. hes the last person she'd expect to be talking about ' acceptance. '
﹙ eyes flickering up, blinking at him bugeyed. ﹚ you've got it wrong. that's not . . how it is . ﹙ a tight frown spread upon visage. suddenly shrinking into herself. ﹚ you're just . . . trying to get under my skin .
. . ah ? ﹙ mouth fell slightly agape, she stares at him dumbfounded for several passing seconds. a sound resembling a, " huh. " before gaze falls to the ground. ﹚ . . oh .
" and yet , even when it isn't broken , it seems like it doesn't do anything . really fitting into your role , here . "
big , sh■■ eating grin on his face .
mustering up the strength to articulate each passing thought was tricky. ﹚ do you thiink . . . it'd . . um. you know, the mask. . does it have to be so . . breakable ? ﹙ tone curves, an uncertain sort of quality ﹚
caine . . ! ﹙ both hands rest stationary infront of her. only slightly raising to give a brief wave. she heaved a sort of sigh, exhaling. ﹚ right . um . . ﹙ porcelain visage forming a small frown,
@coilingribbons ⠀⠀⠀╱⠀⠀⠀ (⠀ 𝙘aine tips his hat to the other .ᐟ ⠀)
⠀⠀⠀ 𝘦venin’, gangle .ᐟ⠀⠀⠀ (⠀ greeting exchanged, his gloves fall to his sides, idly tapping at his waistline as he hovered before her. ⠀)
you said that something was troubling you⸻⸻.ᐣ
uumm . . it's nothing much . . . ﹙ momentarily, she flips the sketchbook over to show an assortment of doodles. figuring pomni wouldnt judge her nearly as much, opposed to some of the others . . . ﹚
. . embroidery ? ﹙ shes never been too good with such finicky and precise work ... she couldnt imagine being any good at embroidery. ﹚ thats really cool, too . . i think its really pretty the stuff people do with that .
She shook her head with a gently hum, flipping to the next page.
“ nuh-uh. . . I never really… Had the 𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙮 ta try. If anythin’, I do embroidery. . . Ehe~ That’s nothin’ like 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚, though! I think it’s amazing to put imagination on paper like this. ”
" because it's not like it doesn't get broken every day . or like you get it fixed .
/every day/ . c'mon . the idea of it breaking doesn't mean anything anymore . "
theyre okay——i used to be better . . ﹙ she shrugs dismissively . youd think she'd be better, now that its all she really does . .. it seems impossible for her to just take a compliment. ﹚ do you, um ... draw at all ?
Quietly, she accepted the sketch book and thoroughly examined each image as she flipped through several pages. The resemblance of some circus members wasn’t lost on her, but she was far more interested in the stylization Gangle used.
“ Hmm… These are nice~. . You have skill. ”