"Thank you," he squeaks, closing the door behind them. This was probably going to be a pretty private moment, but not for the reasons Herbert might think. "It's kept me busy."
Moving to the easel, he shrugs a little, looking bashful. "I...I play piano, violin, and guitar," he admits, unable to meet Herbert's eyes. Steeling himself.
"But like I said, I...I had something to ask you?"
He clutches the edge of the sheet on the canvas, white knuckled.
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Date: 2021-11-22 06:41 am (UTC)Moving to the easel, he shrugs a little, looking bashful. "I...I play piano, violin, and guitar," he admits, unable to meet Herbert's eyes. Steeling himself.
"But like I said, I...I had something to ask you?"
He clutches the edge of the sheet on the canvas, white knuckled.