"Tips...?" Sam responded, wondering what exactly Jigano had been doing which earned him tips. Presumably something in a bar given the proximity to games - either he was a waiter or a bartender, or something more salacious. He didn't dare ask more in case it was the latter, which he assumed would be very awkward to discuss.
He lifted up the last floorboard by the door to let Jigano stuff in the moss while he tried to remember where his cards were. Most likely buried under some pile of books, decidedly less important.
"...I see. But I do not just mean the books. The place is open to the outside. A m-monster could still get in. You couldn't barricade it all." He tried not to picture his friend being ripped apart among the shelves, but it was hard to get the image from his mind. "You need a small space. So you can know it is sealed."
Jigano seemed receptive enough to his offer, promising to keep it in mind. "It is fine. You can still make some noise. You still breathe and walk and if you have people with you, whisper. If you need to be here, you can be. And you have helped towards it, af-after all." He inclined his head to motion down at the moss beneath the floor.
Taking a little more of the moss in his hand, he walked to the window and moved aside the curtain, plugging in the crack with the moss. It was clear the curtain was not moved often, dust and cobwebs behind it hurriedly brushed away by Sam's hand. He had missed it in his earlier cleaning spree due to fear of the sun, and hoped Jigano wouldn't mind too much.
He lifted up the last floorboard by the door to let Jigano stuff in the moss while he tried to remember where his cards were. Most likely buried under some pile of books, decidedly less important.
"...I see. But I do not just mean the books. The place is open to the outside. A m-monster could still get in. You couldn't barricade it all." He tried not to picture his friend being ripped apart among the shelves, but it was hard to get the image from his mind. "You need a small space. So you can know it is sealed."
Jigano seemed receptive enough to his offer, promising to keep it in mind. "It is fine. You can still make some noise. You still breathe and walk and if you have people with you, whisper. If you need to be here, you can be. And you have helped towards it, af-after all." He inclined his head to motion down at the moss beneath the floor.
Taking a little more of the moss in his hand, he walked to the window and moved aside the curtain, plugging in the crack with the moss. It was clear the curtain was not moved often, dust and cobwebs behind it hurriedly brushed away by Sam's hand. He had missed it in his earlier cleaning spree due to fear of the sun, and hoped Jigano wouldn't mind too much.
