[ Hilda doesn't expect her quick sketch to hit the mark right off the bat and it shows. Being lazy and being a perfectionist shouldn't technically belong together, but they're somehow traits that co-exist in her tiny pink frame; even when outfits or jewelry were executed well, she was quietly never fully satisfied with her own work.
She's about to question that. Ask him if he's entirely sure that it's "perfect" because she can already tell that there are things she'd like to change - but then he asks her a different question in turn. Her own hesitation folds under an inquisitive look as she cocks her hip out slightly. ]
Are you doubting me?
[ Said like they had known each other far longer than this brief interaction in the market. ]
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She's about to question that. Ask him if he's entirely sure that it's "perfect" because she can already tell that there are things she'd like to change - but then he asks her a different question in turn. Her own hesitation folds under an inquisitive look as she cocks her hip out slightly. ]
Are you doubting me?
[ Said like they had known each other far longer than this brief interaction in the market. ]