brian doesn't mind the moment of silence, silence was his comfort
zone, if anything: so, he simply stares ahead, deep plum eyes slowly
following the colorful rain running down the glass panes. he almost
seems surprised, jolts a little as gaze darts over, when charlie finally
speaks up, as if he'd forgotten he'd said anything in the first place. ๐พ
though, with her words, comes a subtle smile, blink and you may miss
it bloom, he seems pleased with her response. he fiddles with his slee
-ves, slowly, pulling at fabric carefully, as if there was a method to it. ๐พ
" ...yeah, i agree. " he hums, " it's somethin' different, which i guess
is why people think it's so scary. i can't exactly blame 'em, but... "
" i think it's nice. a change of pace, if nothin' else--hopefully, it
won't upset my flowers, though... they're sensitive little things. " ๐พ
he tucks a hand into his pocket, instead, " i guess i relate, though. "
he jokes a little, though his tone is still generally deadpan. not being
quite obvious, until a small chuckle follows, brian lowering his head. ๐พ
" sorry, i'm just thinkin' aloud, now... " ๐พ