Carmy glances up from where he's about to paint, holds her gaze for a beat: for the paint. Sure. For a moment it seems like he might not bother with the art at all and is just gonna kiss her instead.
"Heard," he says quietly, and refocuses on his vision, starting to gently smear lines of orange across her chest, below her collarbones. There's a scar on her left shoulder, but he's not gonna ask about it right now. They're having fun. Well, he hopes they're having fun, Carmy doesn't really know what fun looks like, but if he isn't having it while doing his favourite activity in the world (colouring) with the hottest girl he knows, then he really is a lost cause.
At first it's not gonna seem like much of anything, he isn't drawing an object, just painting a block of orange. Concentrating like he's giving her a tattoo. But then he starts lightening it as he moves downwards to her cleavage and the vision starts to become apparent, the coral gradiating into a soft apricot. Streaks of more intense orange knuckled in a rough circle at the divot of her neck. Sunset colours.
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"Heard," he says quietly, and refocuses on his vision, starting to gently smear lines of orange across her chest, below her collarbones. There's a scar on her left shoulder, but he's not gonna ask about it right now. They're having fun. Well, he hopes they're having fun, Carmy doesn't really know what fun looks like, but if he isn't having it while doing his favourite activity in the world (colouring) with the hottest girl he knows, then he really is a lost cause.
At first it's not gonna seem like much of anything, he isn't drawing an object, just painting a block of orange. Concentrating like he's giving her a tattoo. But then he starts lightening it as he moves downwards to her cleavage and the vision starts to become apparent, the coral gradiating into a soft apricot. Streaks of more intense orange knuckled in a rough circle at the divot of her neck. Sunset colours.