florian laid on the floor, his feet kicking back and forth in the air as he scrolled instagram. he hummed to himself, his messy, dust-blonde hair gleaming under the light. he listened to the sound of his designer's pencil gently making marks in their sketchbook, their face turned away from him. "isn't it a bit soon to be making even more clothes?" he murmured, glancing up.

he got up off the ground, shoving his phone in his pocket and walking over, running one of his pale hands through his hair. "can i see, at least?"