Overt formality seemed to be the only choice on offer when opperating so close to the gusset, but the Ser still stung slightly. He sat a moment, and opened his mouth before closing it again, unsure what to add. Surely nothing good can come from terrible jokes or defensiveness, He wiped his hands on shirt and sat with legs crossed in front of him. “Yeah, you're right, Ser isn't quite right I suppose.” he smiled ruefully. “I'll go with Esme next time.” a simple correction.
He stared at the side of her pants for a moment. This moment was strange, over familiar and unwarranted for the most part. A second almost intimate and deeply unearned. It felt like a cool shadow had pasted over the sun, and then it was gone. It left behind what Caro perhaps handled best, simple solutions to small problems. “Probably a slit down each leg with toggles down the length, big enough to undue in a hurry.” In his head it looked like tassels on a dancers outfit to him, and it seemed fitting enough. A couple coppers worth of twine and an afternoon with a whittling knife, easy work.
The sun shown heavy above. He could have chosen shade to break in but he would instead pay the weight of his misdeed soon enough. They had probably learned what there was to learn tonight, but there was something to be said for repetition. Thought and practice turned rote over time. “Alright let's hit it again for another hour, then we'll hit town and see if we can rustle up some work.” Every thing they had started to build took time, and it could be built on the move if they were careful
He stared at the side of her pants for a moment. This moment was strange, over familiar and unwarranted for the most part. A second almost intimate and deeply unearned. It felt like a cool shadow had pasted over the sun, and then it was gone. It left behind what Caro perhaps handled best, simple solutions to small problems. “Probably a slit down each leg with toggles down the length, big enough to undue in a hurry.” In his head it looked like tassels on a dancers outfit to him, and it seemed fitting enough. A couple coppers worth of twine and an afternoon with a whittling knife, easy work.
The sun shown heavy above. He could have chosen shade to break in but he would instead pay the weight of his misdeed soon enough. They had probably learned what there was to learn tonight, but there was something to be said for repetition. Thought and practice turned rote over time. “Alright let's hit it again for another hour, then we'll hit town and see if we can rustle up some work.” Every thing they had started to build took time, and it could be built on the move if they were careful
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