i spent this year as a ghost and...
He’s become more of a recluse lately, though that’s to nobody’s surprise. In fact, the boy has spent most of the season inside, creating orders, sending them off, rinsing and repeating the day as the one year anniversary of his parent’s deaths come closer. He’s so ingrained in his work, actually, that as Elide enters the door and the bell rings to alert him, he doesn’t hear it – focused so intensely on finishing up the little dresser he’s been making, adding a bit of glue to cover the space where the nails wouldn’t be able to seal it completely.
He almost jumps as he hears his name called, realizing quickly after that it’s Elide, and he puts his tools down, runs a hand through longer blonde hair, and appears from the back door to glance at Elide and offer a quiet nod – never looking at her face, but giving her as much attention as he can. “Hey Elide.” He says by greeting, moving to the other side of the counter and wringing his hands a bit. “No, not really busy. What did you need?” The dresser could wait. He’d already sped through the majority of it anyway.
He almost jumps as he hears his name called, realizing quickly after that it’s Elide, and he puts his tools down, runs a hand through longer blonde hair, and appears from the back door to glance at Elide and offer a quiet nod – never looking at her face, but giving her as much attention as he can. “Hey Elide.” He says by greeting, moving to the other side of the counter and wringing his hands a bit. “No, not really busy. What did you need?” The dresser could wait. He’d already sped through the majority of it anyway.
& I'm not sure where home is anymore
GLAS
