i spent this year as a ghost and...
He’s been given the chance to do more things around the workshop. He’s been told to run some deliveries as well without the prying eyes of his parents. Yet it still doesn’t help the dread that coils in his gut of having to do it. He doesn’t know where to start, too sheltered and kept in the back of the workshop and hidden at home to know exactly how to talk to people.
But today’s his first day, manning the shop and taking orders for the upcoming Deepfrost and LongNight. So he tries to put on a brave face, notebook in hand, fingers twitching along the charcoal as he works to design something someone had ordered previously as he waits, verdant gaze downcast to the notebook waiting for the inevitable ring of a bell.
He hates this already, too fidgety to be sitting in place when nothing else was going on, preferring to work with his hands and take his mind off of the dread of talking to people of all things. But he’s been told to sit here and take the orders. And that’s what Glas does.
But today’s his first day, manning the shop and taking orders for the upcoming Deepfrost and LongNight. So he tries to put on a brave face, notebook in hand, fingers twitching along the charcoal as he works to design something someone had ordered previously as he waits, verdant gaze downcast to the notebook waiting for the inevitable ring of a bell.
He hates this already, too fidgety to be sitting in place when nothing else was going on, preferring to work with his hands and take his mind off of the dread of talking to people of all things. But he’s been told to sit here and take the orders. And that’s what Glas does.
& I'm not sure where home is anymore
GLAS
