[ There's that reluctant smirk that comes dangerously close to looking like a bashful smile on Dom's face, eyes down after he stares at Teddie in silence, hand coming up to rub over the pink fuzz. (His roots are showing; he's gonna have to bleach and dye them again.) ]
Well … bring your sketch book next time, then.
[ The closest he can get to accepting that compliment. He turns his back to Theo to see himself in the mirror and starts the real practice. ]
🎀!
Well … bring your sketch book next time, then.
[ The closest he can get to accepting that compliment. He turns his back to Theo to see himself in the mirror and starts the real practice. ]