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David was deliberately not looking at her again until she spoke. A... film though? She did films? He was rather surprised by this, and it showed in his slightly parted mouth as he listened, and then realized he was gaping at her, and closed it.
"Oh?" Oh ho ho, a scene in her character's bedroom. Yes, do go on, please. Describe the aesthetic she was seeking. "Your aesthetic? So are you playing yourself, then?" He was amused now, incredibly amused by this unexpected reason behind her shopping. Of course she was the sort to find flaws in everyone else employed on the set, mhmm, no surprises there. But really, if this wasn't a biopic, then what was her character like? This was so much more interesting than debating... er, who were they discussing again?
Kafka, that's right. He stared right back at her, unflinching in his cool gaze. "That is a fair observation." Regarding the idea to turn one's hobby into a profession; such advice that had been given to him many times, and generally he had ignored it for this very reason. And also because he didn't really need to work, did he? Work was just another pasttime that meant he could, at last, rest on his own laurels instead of on an inheritance. It would be a fine use of his time, he supposed. He might as well give it a try like all the plebs in town.
His mouth twitched into a genuine smile at her last sentence. "What did the poor sap do to deserve it that time?" Please, tell him the full story.
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