[ grace pulls up short, mouth opening and closing wordlessly as she moves closer to oliver and his paintbrush. she exhales a stream of smoke, automatically holding her cigarette out of the way so no ash lands on him. ]
Probably, [ grace repeats, trying not to frown. luckily she has a lifetime of coaxing her expression into a smile, unluckily as daniel has called her out on, she's too expressive for the smiles to ever land perfectly and it doesn't know. ]
ii. itsy bitsy.
Probably, [ grace repeats, trying not to frown. luckily she has a lifetime of coaxing her expression into a smile, unluckily as daniel has called her out on, she's too expressive for the smiles to ever land perfectly and it doesn't know. ]
Sure. Do your worst.