Don't shout at me like I'm across the room when I'm right here, when you're right this time
Work seems relatively easy, wandering aimlessly through the Academy, picking up whatever he could see, deducing internally whether it was something that belonged to someone or simply trash. But it couldn’t be so easy, of course, not when he goes to pick up another item to toss into one of the basket he carries of lost items, turning to spot a boot of snow that seems like it’s almost crawling to get away.
He pauses, verdant gaze slipping toward Hester with blonde brows raised. “Hey Hett-t-tie... Look.” He breathes, moving over toward the memory snow and pushing at it with a finger or two, waiting for it to remain with the new imprint. Of course, there really wasn’t much that he had on him to try and get it out, to lift it up without it taking some other shape.
So he grabs his chisel from his tool belt, setting the basket aside, working to pry the memory snow up and make it into a snowball of sorts, hoping it might keep its shape long enough for him to toss it outside – moving to the next one.
Glas tries to make the memory snow into snowballs so they can toss them out later!
He pauses, verdant gaze slipping toward Hester with blonde brows raised. “Hey Hett-t-tie... Look.” He breathes, moving over toward the memory snow and pushing at it with a finger or two, waiting for it to remain with the new imprint. Of course, there really wasn’t much that he had on him to try and get it out, to lift it up without it taking some other shape.
So he grabs his chisel from his tool belt, setting the basket aside, working to pry the memory snow up and make it into a snowball of sorts, hoping it might keep its shape long enough for him to toss it outside – moving to the next one.
Glas tries to make the memory snow into snowballs so they can toss them out later!
GLAS
