Maybe it was his frequent exposure to beautiful artwork, or the way he'd been taught to always do better and never accept a work as his best, but he found himself discounting her words as they left her mouth.
"You don't need to do anything for me," he spoke, as though his work was worth none of her time. He could do what he'd just done in a few minutes, no more than ten. He enjoyed it, anyways; it would be good practice. "I'd be happy to."
"You don't need to do anything for me," he spoke, as though his work was worth none of her time. He could do what he'd just done in a few minutes, no more than ten. He enjoyed it, anyways; it would be good practice. "I'd be happy to."
— set by the magical MJ <3 —