Post by pierce on Dec 3, 2016 0:20:53 GMT
Lance was a little tongue-tied by Lance's comment, not to mention bashful as heck. He was much better in groups of people, more inclined to say the right thing at an opportune time and then just kick back to let the conversation carry itself. One on one was a social inevitability the he knew he was terrible at... but he was trying at least. He didn't mean to ramble. He didn't mean to say too much to compensate for the lack of a constant flow of conversation. But he did, and the fact that the older Lance called him out just made him acknowledge how this whole meeting began. Now it led to this, Lance modeling unwittingly.
He shifted a bit, leaning in to look at the visage of himself in the clay - careful to not get his head in the way of his camera's line of vision and thus just a few inches from bumping against him. As Lance explained, Lance let his eyes lift from the piece, leaning back with his attention pinned to him. He was apologizing, in a way.
He shook his head slightly, "No, I wouldn't want you to change it. Really, I really genuinely like it. It's clear that you were letting inspiration guide you, I'm just honored... that I was a source of that." He pulled on a small and moderately-nervous smile as he continued, "Besides, I did the same to you right? It's only fair you get to do the same. You know, giving me a taste of my own medicine." An intrigued smirk developed as the color in his face warmed him - he couldn't help but keep looking at the sculpture. "Looks like you're sort of stuck, though. Your inspiration gave up on my hair." he observed with a chuckle that gave him a bit more courage, glancing back to the few etchings where his hair would be.
He shifted a bit, leaning in to look at the visage of himself in the clay - careful to not get his head in the way of his camera's line of vision and thus just a few inches from bumping against him. As Lance explained, Lance let his eyes lift from the piece, leaning back with his attention pinned to him. He was apologizing, in a way.
He shook his head slightly, "No, I wouldn't want you to change it. Really, I really genuinely like it. It's clear that you were letting inspiration guide you, I'm just honored... that I was a source of that." He pulled on a small and moderately-nervous smile as he continued, "Besides, I did the same to you right? It's only fair you get to do the same. You know, giving me a taste of my own medicine." An intrigued smirk developed as the color in his face warmed him - he couldn't help but keep looking at the sculpture. "Looks like you're sort of stuck, though. Your inspiration gave up on my hair." he observed with a chuckle that gave him a bit more courage, glancing back to the few etchings where his hair would be.
