[ his smile widens briefly, though it seems to strain more at the pulled edges. truthfully, he thinks he'd rather be really good at the one thing, since no one seems to really care or notice when you're only just okay at everything else.
anyway he arches a curious brow back at her work. he moves to take the seat opposite her (though not before glancing around quickly; it should be fine, there seems to be at least fifteen minutes left before store close) because he doesn't really hold back from making himself comfortable, does he, especially around friends. he sets his tea close to the edge, away from her work. ]
What job did you get?
[ something like sansa's, maybe? making clothes for the models down at shades darker... ]
cries blood
anyway he arches a curious brow back at her work. he moves to take the seat opposite her (though not before glancing around quickly; it should be fine, there seems to be at least fifteen minutes left before store close) because he doesn't really hold back from making himself comfortable, does he, especially around friends. he sets his tea close to the edge, away from her work. ]
What job did you get?
[ something like sansa's, maybe? making clothes for the models down at shades darker... ]