I do. [ There's no hiding the way his neck starts to flush a light red to match the sheepish tilt of his smile when she twirls around. He could honestly say he's never seen anyone as beautiful as she looks right now, and it's not even half to do with the dress.
He looks down for a second, chin ducking as a thoughtful look crosses his features and his lips parting in silence in a way that tends to mean he's not completely sure about the words to follow. ]
Would you sit for me? Not now - when you've got the time. To draw, I mean. [ For him to draw her. Petre had found his sketchbook, though he never knew if the kid spilled the beans. He has been drawing her, from memory, along with a other people in the Nest, sometimes for Bucky's benefit and sometimes for his own. ]
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He looks down for a second, chin ducking as a thoughtful look crosses his features and his lips parting in silence in a way that tends to mean he's not completely sure about the words to follow. ]
Would you sit for me? Not now - when you've got the time. To draw, I mean. [ For him to draw her. Petre had found his sketchbook, though he never knew if the kid spilled the beans. He has been drawing her, from memory, along with a other people in the Nest, sometimes for Bucky's benefit and sometimes for his own. ]