i spent this year as a ghost and...
One thing Glas realizes quickly, is that he sounds far more professional through writing the notes than actually having to talk about it — even with how experienced he was in the crafting process. His body language needed work, but this at the very least might be a start. And if Korbin couldn’t hear him, he could technically blabber and stumble as much as he wanted.
So when Korbin shows the note back, Glas’ gaze flickers up to spy the words — some relief crossing his face as he goes to stand and gather the already complete products from before, setting them into a box on the shelf to the side that had been dubbed Kraai. But as he turns back to Korbin, he sees the man has flipped the page to the flute he’d been working on — and the youth’s pale face grows scarlet, hands reaching for the book before he stops himself and starts to wring his wrists. “It’s… It’s just a flute, I was messing around.” He manages, before growing further scarlet and remembering he can’t hear.
Glas sighs, the anxiety eating at his stomach, head and gaze ducked once more, as if he’s been caught doing something he shouldn’t have.
So when Korbin shows the note back, Glas’ gaze flickers up to spy the words — some relief crossing his face as he goes to stand and gather the already complete products from before, setting them into a box on the shelf to the side that had been dubbed Kraai. But as he turns back to Korbin, he sees the man has flipped the page to the flute he’d been working on — and the youth’s pale face grows scarlet, hands reaching for the book before he stops himself and starts to wring his wrists. “It’s… It’s just a flute, I was messing around.” He manages, before growing further scarlet and remembering he can’t hear.
Glas sighs, the anxiety eating at his stomach, head and gaze ducked once more, as if he’s been caught doing something he shouldn’t have.
& I'm not sure where home is anymore
GLAS
