[What a contrast of personalities, then, because Ardyn is anything except stoic. Flamboyant, always speaking with something of a lilt to his tone. Gesturing with his free hand, the one that isn’t supposedly committed to painting.]
You have eyes in that head of yours, don’t you? I urge you to use them.
[To be fair, Ardyn hasn’t been working on flourishes or embellishments. But merely only the brush script-like text that scrawls across the sign they’re making.]
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You have eyes in that head of yours, don’t you? I urge you to use them.
[To be fair, Ardyn hasn’t been working on flourishes or embellishments. But merely only the brush script-like text that scrawls across the sign they’re making.]