[ He blinks at that, opening his mouth and closing it again, blushing without giving further commentary. She wants to see him, huh?
He smiles, heart feeling a touch lighter than it has been. He clambers down first with a passing thanks, landing light on the floor... and promptly stumbling. His blush is less of a reaction than touch is as far as that blooming of lights under the surface of his skin, but no less noticed, even in the darkness. ]
You kind of can now, you're so pale. We could always have a draw off--
[ He jests, having zero intention of drawing anything close to not-abstract, given how poorly received his drawings tend to be. Thanks! He knows he's not apparently as accurate in drawing as he thinks he is! ]
no subject
He smiles, heart feeling a touch lighter than it has been. He clambers down first with a passing thanks, landing light on the floor... and promptly stumbling. His blush is less of a reaction than touch is as far as that blooming of lights under the surface of his skin, but no less noticed, even in the darkness. ]
You kind of can now, you're so pale. We could always have a draw off--
[ He jests, having zero intention of drawing anything close to not-abstract, given how poorly received his drawings tend to be. Thanks! He knows he's not apparently as accurate in drawing as he thinks he is! ]