hawkinsflight:

    ❝ Uh, I —— from me, I guess. Made it m’self, after all. ❞

        A statement, wavering in his initial confusion before time allows him to recover rom the abrupt question, mustering up enough ego to smirk at the woman. She was impressed, a look that crossed most faces once knowledge was obtained that he was the creator.

       _{Well, that was even more disappointing. So she wouldn’t find something like that in retail. If she couldn’t freely ice things over, to be able to fly on a board like that would be a decent grab for freedom. Elusive and unattainable but she could certain reach for it regardless of the knowledge that it would slip away between her fingers.}

          _{❝ I don’t suppose you’d be willing to make another. If I got you everything you’d need, perhaps..❞}