I didn't know you could overthink things. [ She wipes at her cheek, inevitably tracing an accidental line of black dust there. Is this sarcasm here or does she mean it?? ]
I didn't know you could be self-conscious at all, Chrollo. [ A grin. Definitely not sarcasm. ] You're always so... cool and polished. Know what I mean?
[then again, she doesn't see him in private, and he knows he deliberately tries to make himself poised in public. good to know it's working.]
If I don't seem self-conscious, I'm just doing good at not letting it show. Like how if you pretend to be confident, everyone will think you are, and you end up making the pretending reality when you forget about it. Same principle, really.
[ Whatever he's tried to make of himself, his doubt is interesting and it gives her pause. Why would saying he's polished be flattery? Is he not usually like this?
And if not... what is he really like?
These are all things Rapunzel considers in silence as she draws, looking back and forth between the paper in her arms and the man before her, letting her subject talk. Portraits are a great to encourage the latter, she's learned. ]
Oh, not you specifically! It was just meant as an example.
[though with that said...]
Are you pretending to be confident?
[he says it casually enough that she can shrug it off if she wants to, even as he already has an inkling about the true levels of her with things she said in the past. it's a coincidence he intends on taking advantage of.]
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I didn't know you could be self-conscious at all, Chrollo. [ A grin. Definitely not sarcasm. ] You're always so... cool and polished. Know what I mean?
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[then again, she doesn't see him in private, and he knows he deliberately tries to make himself poised in public. good to know it's working.]
If I don't seem self-conscious, I'm just doing good at not letting it show. Like how if you pretend to be confident, everyone will think you are, and you end up making the pretending reality when you forget about it. Same principle, really.
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And if not... what is he really like?
These are all things Rapunzel considers in silence as she draws, looking back and forth between the paper in her arms and the man before her, letting her subject talk. Portraits are a great to encourage the latter, she's learned. ]
What makes you think I'm not really confident?
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[though with that said...]
Are you pretending to be confident?
[he says it casually enough that she can shrug it off if she wants to, even as he already has an inkling about the true levels of her with things she said in the past. it's a coincidence he intends on taking advantage of.]