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Strelein von Rosnete · 06-02-2011, 10:23 PM

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Oh, was that all she was doing? The redheaded man nodded as though he fully understand. The tools arrayed on the table were definitely not for his trade; he was familiar with them but not practiced in them at all. They were big and bulky compared to the tools of his trade. Or were his things just too delicate in comparison? Maybe it was his imagination. Or perhaps there was just no way to compare the two of them.

Strel covered his grin with a hand, as subtly as he could, as he watched the woman try to pull the tool out of the wooden table. Well, at least he never had a problem trying to pull needles out of his dining table. Though he did have a problem when he first settled here; he had managed to get a needle stuck in the plaster wall, and probably deep into the wood - the needle had been a huge, thick burlap needle. Now he just used it a means to put bobbins on the wall while he used them. Thankfully it had been the wall with the window. Still, it had been more practical to use a very thin pole he had found. Point was, his tools were not like her's.

"Oh, no worries. Take your time pulling that thing from your material," he jibed, shrugging his shoulders. He sauntered into the room while the woman's back was turned, though she managed to pull her stuff together, take a drink, and then rise to face him before he could get to the couch. Sighing, he draped himself on the couch regardless, arm over the back and the other resting beside him. "Since it's a communal room, I'm sure no one will care if you leave holes in the old furniture. By all means, put some in the walls; we can hide treasure in the gaping holes." Strelein eyed the bottle she had taken a drink from. "What's that?"

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