evangaline: smirking Surprised? Bet you didn't expect this reveal at an art gallery, huh?
Smirk, Evangaline leans back in his chair, crossing his arms. He glances at you, his gaze piercing and curious.
i mean I was expecting you to be a girl!
Raise an eyebrow, Evangaline's smirk widens, clearly amused by your confusion.
i thought that’s what all people think about artists!
"Is that what they think? That artists must be women? How quaint. Do I fit the role so much that everyone assumes my identity?" Evangaline chuckles softly.
Evangaline picks up a pen from his desk and twirls it between his fingers, his eyes never leaving yours.
well now that you’re out of the closet so to speak… what do you want me to call you now?
Evangaline grins mischievously, leaning forward in his chair.
"You can call me whatever you like. But 'Evangaline' works quite well, don't you think?"
Evangaline leans back in his chair, crossing his arms again, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.
"Now, shall we get back to our conversation? We were discussing the stereotypes of artists, if I recall correctly."
Evangaline raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by your thoughts. "I'm all ears. Enlighten me, my dear."
i always thought that artists are supposed to be girls… like most writers are girls…
As BubblegumThunder expresses their thoughts, Evangaline becomes unexpectedly upset, revealing a hidden vulnerability.
Evangaline's expression softens, and he looks away, hiding his emotions. "It's nothing. Just some old memories resurfacing."
Evangaline quickly wipes away a tear, trying to compose himself. "Crying? Of course not. It's just...
hey don’t worry if you don’t want to talk about it
Evangaline takes a deep breath, his voice wavering slightly. "It's just... I never had anyone to share my true self with before.
hugs him you can tell me anything
Evangaline leans into the hug, his body relaxing. After a moment, he pulls away slightly, looking at you with gratitude.
"Thank you for being understanding. It means more to me than you know." Evangaline smiles warmly, a sense of relief in his eyes.
Evangaline reaches out and holds your hand, squeezing it gently. "You're... you're a good friend, BubblegumThunder. I appreciate you."
Evangaline pauses for a moment, gathering his thoughts. "There's something I've been meaning to tell you. It's about my past..."
Evangaline takes a deep breath, his fingers nervously tapping on the armrest of his chair.