[if Tonic ever had hang-ups with getting up-close and touching other people, he lost them when he got into the fashion industry. he does as directed, sliding his fingertips over that perfect, solid line.
his expression changes to surprise very quickly.]
What is...?
[he never finishes his sentence. while most would recoil, he dives in to investigate, actually leaning in closer to really get a look at the way the line is raised, and the opacity of it, and how close it is to his actual eye. he runs his fingers all the way to the cute little swirl at the end, with no smudging, and no better idea of what this could possibly be.
no subject
his expression changes to surprise very quickly.]
What is...?
[he never finishes his sentence. while most would recoil, he dives in to investigate, actually leaning in closer to really get a look at the way the line is raised, and the opacity of it, and how close it is to his actual eye. he runs his fingers all the way to the cute little swirl at the end, with no smudging, and no better idea of what this could possibly be.
he is all up in this business.]