A muscle in his jaw twitches and one of the paint bottles falter in its exit from the satchel. It could've just been a bump of the bag, certainly nothing that Matt had said. The colors begin to dole out tiny dollops upon the palette.
"The life of a watchmaker doesn't exactly lend itself to social opportunities, Matthew." Slightly tense, but not regretful. After a couple more bites he offers, "Friends are nice. But not for me."
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Date: 2020-11-25 04:56 am (UTC)"The life of a watchmaker doesn't exactly lend itself to social opportunities, Matthew." Slightly tense, but not regretful. After a couple more bites he offers, "Friends are nice. But not for me."