Iskra's sly smile that grows in response to her comment gives him away as he quips back, "seems to me finding the perfect stick is exactly what many people worry about." He's not above any humor involving wood.
He hears her step inside after him, but beyond that doesn't consider much about it. Perhaps he ought to have put those dirty dishes that are in the corner in the sink, or warned her about the dog-fur-coated seating options, but he's unapologetic about his life in this one manner. Given how long he'd been on his own, it could be a lot worse.
Unlike all her time spent worrying about options and styles, Iskra owns two pairs of swimming trunks, one that's a dark green, and one that's a lighter green with some darker striping. He opts for the darker green, and after a minute pops back into view, grey sweatshirt tugged over top and a brown towel slung across the back of his neck like a makeshift scarf.
He steps towards her, leaning down to peer at the half-finished piece she's holding up. "That will be a cat, to give to Ludo next time I see it. They're its favorite." He can't understand why, dogs definitely have his heart. "I could make you one, if you like. Payback for the books," he shrugs. "I just make them in my spare time, with any bits of tree that seem a bit more interesting than usual."
He hears her step inside after him, but beyond that doesn't consider much about it. Perhaps he ought to have put those dirty dishes that are in the corner in the sink, or warned her about the dog-fur-coated seating options, but he's unapologetic about his life in this one manner. Given how long he'd been on his own, it could be a lot worse.
Unlike all her time spent worrying about options and styles, Iskra owns two pairs of swimming trunks, one that's a dark green, and one that's a lighter green with some darker striping. He opts for the darker green, and after a minute pops back into view, grey sweatshirt tugged over top and a brown towel slung across the back of his neck like a makeshift scarf.
He steps towards her, leaning down to peer at the half-finished piece she's holding up. "That will be a cat, to give to Ludo next time I see it. They're its favorite." He can't understand why, dogs definitely have his heart. "I could make you one, if you like. Payback for the books," he shrugs. "I just make them in my spare time, with any bits of tree that seem a bit more interesting than usual."
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