[ Wow, Cilan; if the smile wasn't going to make Red feel rosy, those words sure enough do it. He has to look away, hand patting at the hat he's wearing to cover his head. This guy always has a way with words, doesn't he. ]
Right, [ he says, looking back at him, giving him a more smaller but just as sincere smile, ] and you shouldn't worry about what you get him either. I'm sure he'll love it whatever it is!
[ And, boosting that smile up just a smidgen: ] Especially when your food's included!
[ Because who doesn't love food? Who. But just at that moment, or just a few steps more, Red head turns to the sight of a building, a sound coming out as he looks back between it and Cilan and hurries to the door, hand motioning for him to follow him. ] In here, here we go.
[ Frames and paintings are displayed in the open window, and there's a chattering of a bell as Red opens the door, holding it for Cilan to come into a space that isn't much warmer than the outside, but cosy enough in comparison. It's a spacious area, and its decoration is of the craft it sells: frames, frames frames. All of different sizes and colours, and paintings of different styles dotted around.
Cilan can take a look around if he wants, but Red's going for the counter, telling his name to the individual on the other side and that he's here to pick up a picture that someone did, 'and they picked a frame for it too?' ]
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Right, [ he says, looking back at him, giving him a more smaller but just as sincere smile, ] and you shouldn't worry about what you get him either. I'm sure he'll love it whatever it is!
[ And, boosting that smile up just a smidgen: ] Especially when your food's included!
[ Because who doesn't love food? Who. But just at that moment, or just a few steps more, Red head turns to the sight of a building, a sound coming out as he looks back between it and Cilan and hurries to the door, hand motioning for him to follow him. ] In here, here we go.
[ Frames and paintings are displayed in the open window, and there's a chattering of a bell as Red opens the door, holding it for Cilan to come into a space that isn't much warmer than the outside, but cosy enough in comparison. It's a spacious area, and its decoration is of the craft it sells: frames, frames frames. All of different sizes and colours, and paintings of different styles dotted around.
Cilan can take a look around if he wants, but Red's going for the counter, telling his name to the individual on the other side and that he's here to pick up a picture that someone did, 'and they picked a frame for it too?' ]