"Yea, no, that was a bad thing to say. Not giving this back though, even if it does set me on fire." the last part was mumbled under their breath. Thursday, it appeared, was not a trusting person. Maybe their loss of hearing could indicate why.
With only a little hesitation, and a lot of care, the paranoid Pawn unfolded the fabric. He gasped audibly. It was a beautiful piece, despite the flaws and cheap thread, and it was thouroughly unexpected. Tears welled in his eyes. The distrust that marred his face was replaced with something much more tender, and only a touch sad. He turned the embroidery this way and that, watching how it caught the lamp-light, and saying nothing further. Then, the artwork was set carefully in his lap, which freed his hands to hide his face, as it rapidly turned pink and teary. There was much snuffling. Despite appearances, this was quite the positive reaction.
One hand lowered to the desk, and scrawled something in plan english on a piece of paper. This they slid over to the Tailor. the paper read "THANK YOU".
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Date: 2025-06-20 01:08 am (UTC)With only a little hesitation, and a lot of care, the paranoid Pawn unfolded the fabric. He gasped audibly. It was a beautiful piece, despite the flaws and cheap thread, and it was thouroughly unexpected. Tears welled in his eyes. The distrust that marred his face was replaced with something much more tender, and only a touch sad. He turned the embroidery this way and that, watching how it caught the lamp-light, and saying nothing further. Then, the artwork was set carefully in his lap, which freed his hands to hide his face, as it rapidly turned pink and teary. There was much snuffling. Despite appearances, this was quite the positive reaction.
One hand lowered to the desk, and scrawled something in plan english on a piece of paper. This they slid over to the Tailor. the paper read "THANK YOU".