[ just your luck, suzu, because your brush happened to have good enough taste to splatter jet-black ink onto a certain model boy's pristine white shirt. it's a miracle it'd missed his face for the most part, but it also stained a bit of his dignity as he stands there in stunned silence, dropping the paintbrush he's been holding to the ground.
at first his face is unreadable, until his lips stretch into a wide smile.
uh oh. ]
...All right then. [ he takes a couple more steps towards the girl until he's looming over her, his smile dissonant as hell. ] Do you have any idea how much this shirt costs, hm? Do you?
A im so fucking sorry
at first his face is unreadable, until his lips stretch into a wide smile.
uh oh. ]
...All right then. [ he takes a couple more steps towards the girl until he's looming over her, his smile dissonant as hell. ] Do you have any idea how much this shirt costs, hm? Do you?