“Good, good, now we’re making some progress.”
PANIC! AT THE DISCO; STARTER SENTENCES. [ @gyue ]
“I’m not sure whether progress is what that should becall…” Tzuyu mumbles, though it’s low enough that she hopes he won’t hear her,eyes trained on the contents of the bowl: she doesn’t know much on the matter, but she’s rather certain that the cupcakebatter is not supposed to be of that color… is it? She turns around, bowl inher arms, so that she can show it off to the older male, but his inspection doesn’tshift the expression on his features: he looks almost proud, and she feels thestrongest need to let him know that thiswill fail. But she doesn’t quite have the heart to, and any progress shemight have made in her mind is instantly shattered when he speaks.
“They might even be edible at the end!”
“I’m not convinced…” She grumbles, but he’s not payingher much mind, and she just decides against trying to bring his confidence downany further. Or is it her own? After all, he doesn’t seem impressed by herattempts, and, although she’s certain thatthey won’t be able to eat a full cupcake without feeling sick, there’s nothingwrong in indulging the boy, is there? It’s not his fault, after all, that she’shell bent on always seeing the worst in everything. “Okay, okay… just guide methrough this. What’s next?”
