i spent this year as a ghost and...
He slides the notebook back, waiting and spying a small amount through his peripheral vision to try and see whether or not Korbin responds visibly, but the man seems quiet enough as he reaches for the charcoal, pulling it back to write on the sheet of paper and handing it back – something that Glas’ eyes immediately go toward. The idea of a fixing up a lute seems simple enough, and he gnaws on his lower lip as he considers it, reading the rest of the lines, finally looking up to look at Korbin a bit more intrigued.
Only for a few seconds though, before he gets a bit more anxious, and nods and lowers his head. He doesn’t know what he’ll want in return for the work… But something had to be better than nothing, and even if it wasn’t the work his parents had wanted him to do… It was still work, and a decently interesting project aside from making more and more cups and dishes for the approaching LongNight and the Palace.
He takes the charcoal and writes on the paper before slipping it back to Korbin. “Can you bring it over?” He lets his gaze flicker up to Korbin’s briefly before it falls again back to the paper – wondering what exactly he was getting into. Hairline was easy enough, but he was also used to people explaining things in ways that were... Far more wrong than they were right.
Only for a few seconds though, before he gets a bit more anxious, and nods and lowers his head. He doesn’t know what he’ll want in return for the work… But something had to be better than nothing, and even if it wasn’t the work his parents had wanted him to do… It was still work, and a decently interesting project aside from making more and more cups and dishes for the approaching LongNight and the Palace.
He takes the charcoal and writes on the paper before slipping it back to Korbin. “Can you bring it over?” He lets his gaze flicker up to Korbin’s briefly before it falls again back to the paper – wondering what exactly he was getting into. Hairline was easy enough, but he was also used to people explaining things in ways that were... Far more wrong than they were right.
& I'm not sure where home is anymore
GLAS
