"You've got dirt on your nose, d'you know that?" ((psst... hi ^u^))
[ ; ; and the music began again ———-
Thin lips stretch into a slight smirk at the others words. A better question would certainly be when wasn’t there dirt on his nose —or the rest of him for that matter. Not that he ever minded of course.
“I did, actually, ” he answered. A wrapped hand was then raised, the back of it used to attempt a removal of the smudge the girl had mentioned, but only served to spread the dark spot around a bit more, due to the poor condition of the cloths that encircled his palms. Blissfully unaware, however, he looked to her once more. ” is it gon’? “