[ kol laughs when she punches him—hard—in the arm. he enjoys that kind of friendly ferocity being aimed at him. if hope isn't trying to hex him for his little lie, then that's a good sign she doesn't take after his brother. ]
In my defence, my lantern did look cracked… [ instead it's his heart. :c boo.
patting the seat beside him, he pushes the notebook toward her. she'll find he's tried to draw a spirit on the page, although it's not quite… artistic. uncle kol isn't an artist with a pencil and it's only made him grow aggravated. her presence has calmed that aggravation down. ]
Something. Anything. [ he shrugs. ] How about you and me as you remember?
[ that'd be a work of art in his humble and always correct opinion. ]
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In my defence, my lantern did look cracked… [ instead it's his heart. :c boo.
patting the seat beside him, he pushes the notebook toward her. she'll find he's tried to draw a spirit on the page, although it's not quite… artistic. uncle kol isn't an artist with a pencil and it's only made him grow aggravated. her presence has calmed that aggravation down. ]
Something. Anything. [ he shrugs. ] How about you and me as you remember?
[ that'd be a work of art in his humble and always correct opinion. ]