[ Maybe. He's only got a couple solid days under his belt, the rest only a vague recollection of lesson plans and the comings and goings of students, Prompto included. It's an honest question, come to think of it. He's lucky he seems to know what he's talking about when he gets in front of a class.
Regardless, he's not pretending he's the expert here, as he looks down at his choices and feels indecisive in a way that sits uncomfortably with him. ]
She likes black.
[ But he's reaching out to brush a thumb over the ivory. And he remembers something — a party. She'd worn ivory and red lipstick, and he'd seen her leaning over a bar, speaking intimately despite the glass in her hand. He draws his own away quickly and tries to cover for it by looking back toward the rack and nodding to it. ] What about the pink? [ It's not the rich pink she's holding, but a soft color that reminds him of watching her leave the house dressed for her classes. ]
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[ Maybe. He's only got a couple solid days under his belt, the rest only a vague recollection of lesson plans and the comings and goings of students, Prompto included. It's an honest question, come to think of it. He's lucky he seems to know what he's talking about when he gets in front of a class.
Regardless, he's not pretending he's the expert here, as he looks down at his choices and feels indecisive in a way that sits uncomfortably with him. ]
She likes black.
[ But he's reaching out to brush a thumb over the ivory. And he remembers something — a party. She'd worn ivory and red lipstick, and he'd seen her leaning over a bar, speaking intimately despite the glass in her hand. He draws his own away quickly and tries to cover for it by looking back toward the rack and nodding to it. ] What about the pink? [ It's not the rich pink she's holding, but a soft color that reminds him of watching her leave the house dressed for her classes. ]