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A small chuckle left the former head of the Bookman's lips, it would seem they shared some habits.
❝No no no i insist it was my fault! Perhaps i was too intense?❞ He spoke as he waved his hands, attempting to calm her nerves.
❝Plus it'd be hypocriticall of me to judge!❞+
❝Ah i see...❞ He nodded slowly, absorbing what the other said clearly.
❝That's rather unfortunate, art tends to go underappropriated. In my eyes, each piece is invaluable.❞ +
Singular lavender hue widened at the sudden reaction, the former Bookman even flinching in return.
Nerves managing to calm themselves down, a soft chuckle escaped the strangers lips.
❝You have nothing to apologize for madame, perhaps i shouldn't have spoke so suddenly.❞ +
❝Zhezhi is it? Quite the fitting name for an artist, I'm Lavi it's a pleasure to meet you madame Zhezhi.❞
Despite not being from the region, he was more than familiar with the language and culture.
Gloved hand extending outward to gently shake the other's hand. +
( Closed starter for @jinzhouartist )
A singular violet hue explored the unfamiliar landscape of Jinzhou, the architecture, the beauty of the mountains.
They all left the former Bookman speechless, being used to the gloomy weather and victorian castles of England-
Deciding to take a break from his exploration, resting a large tree, sitting just out of the city.
Taking out a small booklet, each page riddled with various poems.
Attention momentarily shifting onto the stranger sitting next to him. -
