// disarm you with a smile //
The shopkeep watches in quiet awe as everything starts to work around them. Glas becomes a blur as he crafts the letters of the sign while Deimos creates the wood for the sign immediately which helps give him a spot to put the letters when he has them carved out. As the blur becomes normal again and Glas sits there with his letters, Glas shoots a bright and lopsided smile over at Deimos.
“Can you p-put the letters on the sign?” He didn’t bring nails or a hammer for such a job, sure that Deimos could figure out a way to affix it that would suffice for Halo’s weather. And it leaves him time to grow into a blur as he continues the carving of the letters, organizing them just how they should be, leaving little piles of shavings behind that he brushes into a pile to try and keep it all contained. Handing him the rest of the letters, Glas busies himself with carving little designs in the sign for elegantly floral edging.
“Can you p-put the letters on the sign?” He didn’t bring nails or a hammer for such a job, sure that Deimos could figure out a way to affix it that would suffice for Halo’s weather. And it leaves him time to grow into a blur as he continues the carving of the letters, organizing them just how they should be, leaving little piles of shavings behind that he brushes into a pile to try and keep it all contained. Handing him the rest of the letters, Glas busies himself with carving little designs in the sign for elegantly floral edging.
Glas
// and leave you like they left me here //
Feel free to use magic/force on Glas, without killing him <3
Glas has a scar on the left half of his face from the corner of his lip up the side of his face toward his ear.
