The emptiness at the arch of his back is uncomfortable, but something he overlooks. The stool's wooden legs scrape smoothly against the timber when he slides behind, the tip of his brush drumming lightly against the pristine canvas. He chuckles, his smile is still as fixed as ever and almost uniform even after moments. "Even this looks different to each person, miss." His fingers are absently toying with the palette within inches of reach, and the look in his eyes are veiled by strands of fringe that fall over dark lashes. "I enjoy hearing others out, subjectivity is often underrated. 

Myungsoo looked down at the female and arched an eyebrow. “Are you cold? Here, keep mine.”, the male took off his leather jacket and handed it to her, the corner of his lips curving upwards. “I hope it helps.”, he nodded. Sometimes he didn’t understand girls     always stylish in short dresses or such, but also always cold.

Thank you so much for the compliment, missy, it’s a pleasure to receive these nice words from such a beauty like you are! And honestly, I’m looking forward meeting you. Let’s get to know each other!