[o] for the first time in years

// it's really bursting at the seams from absorbing everything //

Glas watches as Erebos looks down to the paper with the name, then down the street, then the realization sits in – a faint flush coloring the youth’s face. And immediately, Glas offers a small smile, as if to prove to him that it wasn’t that big of a deal. “It-It’s okay.” The crafter murmurs softly, a reassurance as he straightens up with some relief to know that he’s not receiving a delivery unexpected and unaccounted for. “I’m Glas.” He offers in case it helps when Erebos might need to make a delivery to him in the future.

Though as he watches the youth, the realization becomes clear with the familiar enough build of his face, one that mirrored their Warden and his wife quite well, in fact. But he can’t find it in him to ask, especially when the young man’s attention is caught by the orange feline perked up curiously. Glas steps back, the door widening despite how the fox tries to tug the youth out of the door. The crafter realizes he’s got time to kill while he waits for the staining to be finished and so he looks from feline to boy. “Thanks. I-I like your f-fox.” He says, drawing in a steadying breath. “D-do you wanna meet him?” He asks, gesturing with his head to the feline that seems way more interested now with the potential opportunity of even more attention.

Glas

// the spectrum's A to Z //