Gao
[sad jester jingle noises]
(Interactions:
Cello.
)
When Amethyst complimented his ugly little flower crown he smiled faintly, looking back at his work shyly. He now felt proud again of his hideous flowers, appreciative of it. He messed around with it for a little while more, brows furrowed in focus as he tried to adjust some of the flowers and stems. It didn’t change much. He even broke it at one part, and had to re-knot new flower stems into it. It was a pitiful comparison to Amethysts work but Grayson seemed happy about it all the same. By the time he had finished adjusting his first crown, Amethyst had already done another one.
He sat his crown next to hers on the grass, looking between the two in silence. He had rested his head on his hand, inspecting the work in deep thought. Hers was much better and cleaner, making his jaw tense. He was not perfect at something immediately and that was an issue. He would practice to become perfect.
“How’s your hand?” He asked about the thorn prick, looking up at the female who was gazing at the sky. He followed where she was looking at the stars, inspecting them in silence.
When Amethyst complimented his ugly little flower crown he smiled faintly, looking back at his work shyly. He now felt proud again of his hideous flowers, appreciative of it. He messed around with it for a little while more, brows furrowed in focus as he tried to adjust some of the flowers and stems. It didn’t change much. He even broke it at one part, and had to re-knot new flower stems into it. It was a pitiful comparison to Amethysts work but Grayson seemed happy about it all the same. By the time he had finished adjusting his first crown, Amethyst had already done another one.
He sat his crown next to hers on the grass, looking between the two in silence. He had rested his head on his hand, inspecting the work in deep thought. Hers was much better and cleaner, making his jaw tense. He was not perfect at something immediately and that was an issue. He would practice to become perfect.
“How’s your hand?” He asked about the thorn prick, looking up at the female who was gazing at the sky. He followed where she was looking at the stars, inspecting them in silence.