[Welcome to almost instantaneous performance anxiety, Chisk. They've decided they like Lily. She's nice. Screwing this up in front of her... the thought alone kind of makes them want to disappear into their sweater. Oh man, why did they ask, they could have just thanked her and left it at that. Oh no.
Chisk pays a perhaps un-nerving amount of attention to every single movement as Lily ties the bow. They really are trying to hammer every single instruction into their head, but they can feel bits slipping out of their memory even as they do, which only increases their stress, which makes their memory worse...
They bite their lower lip, and fumble with the bow. They actually don't do too bad for someone who's never done something like this before and doesn't have a mirror: It's recognizably meant to be a bow, at least, if a rather forlorn looking one with mismatched and oddly numbered loops.
Chisk looks down, hesitantly picking at their sweater sleeves.]
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Date: 2016-06-25 09:24 am (UTC)Chisk pays a perhaps un-nerving amount of attention to every single movement as Lily ties the bow. They really are trying to hammer every single instruction into their head, but they can feel bits slipping out of their memory even as they do, which only increases their stress, which makes their memory worse...
They bite their lower lip, and fumble with the bow. They actually don't do too bad for someone who's never done something like this before and doesn't have a mirror: It's recognizably meant to be a bow, at least, if a rather forlorn looking one with mismatched and oddly numbered loops.
Chisk looks down, hesitantly picking at their sweater sleeves.]
Um. Um. Is it okay?