heart-shaped lips twitch, pretending to resist, then purse into a sour little frown she can't quite hide from him. “ oh. you do realize that sounds boring, right? ”
no need for any proof, stelle already knows what he sees. she's making sure he does, actually; arms folded, ashen brows quirked up, the heel of her boot clicking against the floor. not quite copying him, but acting as a shadow. of course she's doing it on purpose, nobody manages to one-up the lionhearted trailblazer ( not so easily ).
“ no actual trash? where's the fun in that? ” standing still, smiling politely, watching the numbers go up. just talking and pretending like those useless trinkets are infinitely better than a pile of trash. . . oh, how sad. the thought of it breaks her heart. “ do i really just stand there? what if i fall asleep mid-bid. what if i start bidding simply out of spite. what then, ”
that faux sincerity of his, stelle loathes it almost as much as she enjoys playing along. she would never admit it aloud though, but even a peasant knows how to recognize art when it's placed right before them, correct?
and what a proper craft it is! brush held like a weapon in gloved hands, he paints around the situation. he chooses the colors, he decides which emotions to highlight, he is the one careful about which details are left to blur. it's unnerving. worst of all, it's mesmerizing, because no matter how aware she is of his performance, she can't look away. if anything she's part of the canvas now.
her eyes narrow just enough to say, i see through you.
“ assuming i actually get my cut, i'll let you decide when. the galactic baseballer is always busy, but they keep their promises. . . as long as they get to pick their own outfit. ” a terrible idea, really, considering some of her questionable fashion choices. chances are she'll show up dressed exactly the same way as she is right now.
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