Fiddling with the binder, Dash locates the correct tab. He gives it a look-see, tongue poking out very slightly as he concentrates on the contents of the page he's opened to first.
"I need all the help I can get!" he says, tearing his gaze away for just a second to watch Sungmin. His expression is almost a sort of pout, but it's sort of apparent it's directed inward, like he's being a bit self-critical for having been so desperate that he bothered Sungmin for assistance.
On the other hand, he really, really likes to spend time with the other and this is pretty fun, if not a little, tiny bit stressful.
He couldn't lie and say he's not enjoying himself a bit. "Um, dessert-" Trailing off a second, he looks toward the fridge. "I got gelato. I know that's not French, but I kind of panicked." He says a silent 'oops' and then hides behind the binder for a second. "Let's do the bourride," he says, somewhat muffled by the pages.
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"I need all the help I can get!" he says, tearing his gaze away for just a second to watch Sungmin. His expression is almost a sort of pout, but it's sort of apparent it's directed inward, like he's being a bit self-critical for having been so desperate that he bothered Sungmin for assistance.
On the other hand, he really, really likes to spend time with the other and this is pretty fun, if not a little, tiny bit stressful.
He couldn't lie and say he's not enjoying himself a bit. "Um, dessert-" Trailing off a second, he looks toward the fridge. "I got gelato. I know that's not French, but I kind of panicked." He says a silent 'oops' and then hides behind the binder for a second. "Let's do the bourride," he says, somewhat muffled by the pages.