[ Hilda gets a noise of quiet indignation as she unmercifully undoes his latest grand plan in a second flat, but there's not much else to add to that when 1) she's right about paying for them as she'd been quicker than he had in the distraction of her plans for them and 2) about Seteth assigning an essay. That's enough to get another deeply pained grimace from him while shaking his free hand out like he's already living the cramp in it from writing it.
All of that fades to the background as she takes in the paints with as much glee as the beads, and that makes it impossible for Claude to focus on anything but her face. It's another one of the small things he's come across and been eager to show her, so it's a relief it's still here.
Of course, there's a bonus to this he'd somewhat forgotten about between the last vendor and here. Claude's quickly reminded of it when Hilda's enthusiasm appears again and launches her into a potential plan for what she could do with any of the jars waiting to be purchased. Launch isn't the right word given it comes to a quick halt with a redirect she must know he's not going to fall for - not when her hair suddenly curtains her face to go with it and his expression softens.
There's any number of reasons that could be happening, and none of them are ones he wants her to entertain if they're anywhere even in the vicinity of self-doubt, uncertainty, or any synonyms found between them. ]
Hey. [ Another squeeze of her hand to get her attention, and whether it's successful or not - all he really wants is for her to listen. Same goes for if it's shrugged off since that won't keep him from saying the words anyway when they're ones he means. ] Whatever you want to use the paints for, Hilda, it's gonna be great. I know it is.
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All of that fades to the background as she takes in the paints with as much glee as the beads, and that makes it impossible for Claude to focus on anything but her face. It's another one of the small things he's come across and been eager to show her, so it's a relief it's still here.
Of course, there's a bonus to this he'd somewhat forgotten about between the last vendor and here. Claude's quickly reminded of it when Hilda's enthusiasm appears again and launches her into a potential plan for what she could do with any of the jars waiting to be purchased. Launch isn't the right word given it comes to a quick halt with a redirect she must know he's not going to fall for - not when her hair suddenly curtains her face to go with it and his expression softens.
There's any number of reasons that could be happening, and none of them are ones he wants her to entertain if they're anywhere even in the vicinity of self-doubt, uncertainty, or any synonyms found between them. ]
Hey. [ Another squeeze of her hand to get her attention, and whether it's successful or not - all he really wants is for her to listen. Same goes for if it's shrugged off since that won't keep him from saying the words anyway when they're ones he means. ] Whatever you want to use the paints for, Hilda, it's gonna be great. I know it is.