Perfect because there is just so much for you to try on and my mind is running wild with ideas.
( somewhere in the mess of everything was a sketchbook with a few doodles she had done between here and there-
possibly hinting that this had been an idea she's held onto for a while now. was she going to ever tell him outright? probably not, but the fact that he was here today just for her was enough to fuel all of her imagination and energy into making something unique and suitable for him.
as he placed the bag down, she moved towards the tray of tea and treats, serving them both up a cup of fragrant chestnut and rose tea, the warm steam wafting into the air. )
First of all, let's enjoy some treats. Then we can start the measuring process!
[ She really is very cute when she's gone into something with a plan. Will's eyes glance over her sketchbook as he passes it; sure enough, she's got some long-legged sketches of a model with hair that looks suspiciously like his, so this is possibly not as spontaneous as it seemed like it was at first blush.
Still, Will doesn't mind. There is, of course, something immensely flattering about being the focus of someone's creative vision. It's just funny that it just so happens that Will's dad is a silly middle-aged goth librarian. ]
Won't that throw off my measurements? Ah... but I guess any good garment has to leave room for tea and sweets.
[ Despite saying this, Will nevertheless sits down for tea and treats, smiling with a faintly murmured thank you as Miwako pours tea into his cup. He stirs it with a daintily provided teaspoon, less out of necessity and more for the experience, and then takes a sip of it. It's hot in the perfect way, and wonderfully fragrant, with a rose note that seems to sink warmly into his lungs.
He brightens once he's swallowed and everything sinks into his senses. ]
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( somewhere in the mess of everything was a sketchbook with a few doodles she had done between here and there-
possibly hinting that this had been an idea she's held onto for a while now. was she going to ever tell him outright? probably not, but the fact that he was here today just for her was enough to fuel all of her imagination and energy into making something unique and suitable for him.
as he placed the bag down, she moved towards the tray of tea and treats, serving them both up a cup of fragrant chestnut and rose tea, the warm steam wafting into the air. )
First of all, let's enjoy some treats. Then we can start the measuring process!
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Still, Will doesn't mind. There is, of course, something immensely flattering about being the focus of someone's creative vision. It's just funny that it just so happens that Will's dad is a silly middle-aged goth librarian. ]
Won't that throw off my measurements? Ah... but I guess any good garment has to leave room for tea and sweets.
[ Despite saying this, Will nevertheless sits down for tea and treats, smiling with a faintly murmured thank you as Miwako pours tea into his cup. He stirs it with a daintily provided teaspoon, less out of necessity and more for the experience, and then takes a sip of it. It's hot in the perfect way, and wonderfully fragrant, with a rose note that seems to sink warmly into his lungs.
He brightens once he's swallowed and everything sinks into his senses. ]
Mm, this is good!