there are so many ways to wear

Strelein von Rosnete · 05-26-2011, 02:06 AM

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The door was locked behind him as the redheaded man sat at his table. The fading light of day pouring into his room from the glass window, creating squares of dusty light on the edge of the large wooden table, and on the back wall. Strel ignored the brightness in his eyes, focusing solely on the rather small cloth in his hands. The needle he held was dwarfed by his fingers and he still worked with such a deftness and grace, one would mistake his stitches for a small, elegant lady. He finished his stitching and knotted the thread. A quick snip with his teeth and he had a cloth band in his grasp. Promptly, he unhooked the three pairs of clothing hooks and attached the embroidered band around his wrist. Finally he saw the sun setting, and stretched. It was time for a drink and a romp, if Noss was home yet, of course.

Strel picked up his bangle off the nail near the door, jamming it onto his other wrist. It got in the way more often than note, so it was easier to just keep the darn thing off in his studio. The moment he had left the studio/dining room, did the redheaded man pause with his cord door tie in his hands. Something clanked in the kitchen, and he did not recognize the scent. Tying quickly, the man slipped into the kitchen and found... No one. Strel furrowed his brow, scratching at the back of his head, disturbing the loose horse tail he had put his long hair into. "Who wa-" he began, idly staring out he kitchen door. But he was interrupted by sounds from the parlor. Who was it?

Slipping back into the hall and the to the parlor door, the tailor peeked in and saw someone plopped down by the coffee table, working on something in the fading light. "What are you doing? It's getting dark," he said plainly, clearly rolling his eyes mentally. Only if you wanted to lose your eyesight did you work in dim illumination.

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