HAND IS taken back to herself, eyes lighting up as smile is deepened. she looks down at his paper, a small ( ‘ ah! ’ ) falling out of her cocoa-butter lips. lips are rubbed together for a finishing touch before her gaze averts to his eyes. ❛ hope you don’t mind me asking but, can i work with you for this project? if you don’t mind. ❜
his brows motion upward once the inquiry arises, slowly thinking over the proposal inside his mind, as the grip on the pencil loosens itself. he takes a moment, glancing down for what seems like a few seconds at most, until the decision is made, revealing a short grin.
❛ ah yeah, sure. i don’t mind, not at all. it sounds great. ❜