[ there's a shake of his head as if to say there's no need for apologies. inspiration is inspiration and one can't help but focus on the emotion that plays through the instrument that's a pencil, a paintbrush, or even coal. he understands because he's the same with his firearms. ]
Cheers. [ he says before taking a glance at the work in progress. ] Interesting what you have here. The building blocks of what's to come...
[ august doesn't forget that she says this is her first time to do commissioned work. a stepping stone, he hopes. ]
Come as much as you need should it help. Same time?
[ because he needs to tell the staff to give miss allen free afternoon tea. august has no doubt he can afford it — she is his guest after all. the artist who potentially can make the cafe even more beautiful. it's only right to treat them well, isn't it? ]
[Organized chaos - that’s how she functions. But she’s also beginning to plan ahead? In her head anyway. Which isn’t something she’s done in a long while. If she plays her cards right she can have drafts partially done by tomorrow, maybe complete by the next day. Just depends on how long this inspirational energy lasts.]
Can I stop by… earlier? Maybe? [No, she hasn’t forgotten that she needs to get a move on. She starts gathering her things together as they talk.] Wanna see how the light comes in through the windows. Get a real feel for the place before it gets super busy.
[ Complimentary tea when she arrives then. Tell staff before I leave today, he thinks while nodding. ]
Of course. We open up at nine, sharp. So long as you tell then you're my guest they'll treat you right.
[ just as august hopes from her: the sound of motivation. drive. familiar to his eyes and soul, so he hopes that is. it makes him think about what lays ahead for mia in this world and, perhaps, an art gallery in the future. that would be lovely, wouldn't it?
he closes the book and returns it back to her. ]
Whatever you need to look at, my staff can provide.
[A nod.] I’ll be here at nine. [Maybe not sharp, but - nine. Ish. She will set some alarms on her phone as soon as she’s out of sight.
Her things in her bag, she scoots the chair back and gets up from the table.]
I’ll try not to be too annoying. But thanks. See you tomorrow?
[She won’t end up sleeping. She’ll just be stuck in a manic, creative episode. Wide awake and working through the night like it means nothing. Hopefully he’ll like the drafts she shows him on her phone once she brings the photos to him.]
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Cheers. [ he says before taking a glance at the work in progress. ] Interesting what you have here. The building blocks of what's to come...
[ august doesn't forget that she says this is her first time to do commissioned work. a stepping stone, he hopes. ]
Come as much as you need should it help. Same time?
[ because he needs to tell the staff to give miss allen free afternoon tea. august has no doubt he can afford it — she is his guest after all. the artist who potentially can make the cafe even more beautiful. it's only right to treat them well, isn't it? ]
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[Organized chaos - that’s how she functions. But she’s also beginning to plan ahead? In her head anyway. Which isn’t something she’s done in a long while. If she plays her cards right she can have drafts partially done by tomorrow, maybe complete by the next day. Just depends on how long this inspirational energy lasts.]
Can I stop by… earlier? Maybe? [No, she hasn’t forgotten that she needs to get a move on. She starts gathering her things together as they talk.] Wanna see how the light comes in through the windows. Get a real feel for the place before it gets super busy.
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Of course. We open up at nine, sharp. So long as you tell then you're my guest they'll treat you right.
[ just as august hopes from her: the sound of motivation. drive. familiar to his eyes and soul, so he hopes that is. it makes him think about what lays ahead for mia in this world and, perhaps, an art gallery in the future. that would be lovely, wouldn't it?
he closes the book and returns it back to her. ]
Whatever you need to look at, my staff can provide.
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Her things in her bag, she scoots the chair back and gets up from the table.]
I’ll try not to be too annoying. But thanks. See you tomorrow?
[She won’t end up sleeping. She’ll just be stuck in a manic, creative episode. Wide awake and working through the night like it means nothing. Hopefully he’ll like the drafts she shows him on her phone once she brings the photos to him.]
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[ with that said, august nods with a smile on his face before he heads towards the head of the house to give them instructions for the next few days.
this should be interesting, and already he wonders how the outcome will be. ]