[ sitting cross legged on the floor of the studio, the purple haired woman scrolled through her phone as she waited for the male to finish up for the afternoon. she was holding him to dinner plans they'd made a month prior (quite hard to keep commitments when you're both busy as hell) and she wasn't going to let him get out of it too easily. raising an eyebrow when she looked up at him, mochi wrinkled her nose.] C'mon, let's get a move on before I drag you outta here.
Mochi reminded him of his little sister a lot. The impatience mostly. Granted, he did say he was almost done three times within the last hour, but can you really put a time limit on creating greatness? “Ok-- ok, let me just save this part and close out.” He kept his word that time, even though there were a few more things that he would have liked to touch up before shutting down. He’d just have to make a note to do it later because a promise was a promise. “Aight-- c’mon. Thank you for being ever so patient with me.” Making a face at her as he grabbed his keys and jacket. “Where we eating? It better not be that one place we went to and they took half of my entire life just to bring me a glass of water.”
