Don't shout at me like I'm across the room when I'm right here, when you're right this time
“Okay.” Glas agrees easily on the piece of paper – unsure of whether or not what kind of trade he could get away with taking. He’d have to be sure that his product is something that he’d want to show off before taking payment for it, that it would be good enough. And with it, Glas finds his gaze flickering up to linger along Korbin for a brief moment before he clears his throat and returns to the paper.
“Loren gave me a first aid kit for the shop. A restock would be nice.” He writes, slipping the paper back over and then waving his arm in front of him to show the bandage that was hidden beneath a sleeve – as if any explanation was necessary as to the reason why. But already, he’s pulling through the journal to the side of the paper and flicking to the page and section with the flute, changing to a new page and scribbling out a title. ‘Lute’.
“Loren gave me a first aid kit for the shop. A restock would be nice.” He writes, slipping the paper back over and then waving his arm in front of him to show the bandage that was hidden beneath a sleeve – as if any explanation was necessary as to the reason why. But already, he’s pulling through the journal to the side of the paper and flicking to the page and section with the flute, changing to a new page and scribbling out a title. ‘Lute’.
GLAS
