(kie's Valid But When It Comes To Maya You Just Gotta... Give Her Some Time) - Blog Posts
this time maya can't hold back the roll of her eyes at kie's comment about her attitude. it's not like it's anything she hasn't heard before. but at the revelation of what the other's here for, realization dawns on her. she hasn't forgotten about the sketches, in fact, they're sitting finished on the desk in the corner as they speak. but she had forgotten kie would be showing up to get them soon. to be fair, it's been a long week.
still though, she's not easily going to admit her faults or mistakes so instead she purses her lips, ignoring the comments about the texts - she always keeps her phone on silent when she's trying to concentrate and she won't apologize for it - before letting out another sigh and setting the pencil down and laying her sketchbook open on the bed.
"right, yeah, okay. but no, no need to ask anyone else. they're right here." she stands, making her way over to them and picking them up the desk. however before handing them over she gives the other a raised brow. "i want the money first." of course she's not going to trust easily, it's not in her nature. no matter how much khione may have proven herself to be trustworthy in the past. this involves her getting paid.
it takes her longer than expected to get to maya, if only because mister kent inquired about her and her friends like the good person he is.
(and, also, whether this is a shoes-off household or not, she is a shoes-off person.)
after making the trek to maya's room, kie knocks before entering. it doesn't matter if people told her before that she can just enter (some of her classmates don't give a fuck, like karol topolski); she can't for the life of her enter someone's precious private domain without at least announcing herself.
"your frosty attitude," kie shoots back immediately, "please cool it down. i'm here for the figure skating dress sketches, as previously discussed. with the payment, also as previously discussed."
for a moment, she's quiet, taking in maya's room. "dunno if you saw it but i texted you i was on my way. and then i texted you again when i got here." then her demeanor softens, like snow flurries descending. "if it's not do-able, that's okay too. really, i can just ask penny lent. no harm, no foul. it'll still get done before my showcase. i don't want you to get stressed out on my behalf. i know what it's like when other people turn art into something it's not and i would never want to do that to a fellow artist."