i spent this year as a ghost and...
The charcoal gets handed back and Glas finally looks up once more to read the writing offered from the other man. A sharp nod is given before the next request is asked, and the young man can’t help but to furrow his brows briefly, thinking of what he had that he could spare. Surely his father couldn’t get too upset if a notebook went missing?
Or… Better yet, one of the old chalk boards they had used years ago and never quite picked up again. He steps away from the counter, scrounging in a cupboard behind him, pulling out a dusty chalkboard and a pack of the chalks, some used and some pristine, others slightly broken before he focuses on what might help Korbin, what might help him make a better impression.
He takes the board over to his station, as quickly as he can, and punches two holes into the metal that held it in place, reaching forward to grab a string of sorts to tie it all together — wrapping it around the chalk while also becoming a makeshift handle to hold onto.
He turns back then, grabbing a piece of pale chalk and scribbles onto the surface. “Is this okay?” He writes, offering the briefest of a smile before erasing it with a charcoal stained sleeve, handing it to Korbin for a trade back of his notebook.
Or… Better yet, one of the old chalk boards they had used years ago and never quite picked up again. He steps away from the counter, scrounging in a cupboard behind him, pulling out a dusty chalkboard and a pack of the chalks, some used and some pristine, others slightly broken before he focuses on what might help Korbin, what might help him make a better impression.
He takes the board over to his station, as quickly as he can, and punches two holes into the metal that held it in place, reaching forward to grab a string of sorts to tie it all together — wrapping it around the chalk while also becoming a makeshift handle to hold onto.
He turns back then, grabbing a piece of pale chalk and scribbles onto the surface. “Is this okay?” He writes, offering the briefest of a smile before erasing it with a charcoal stained sleeve, handing it to Korbin for a trade back of his notebook.
& I'm not sure where home is anymore
GLAS
