Array 132 // Video
[The room is light and airy, curtains billowing at the window. They've been salvaged from Whipstaff, and the room is filled with battered boxes, emptied and folded, and neatly stacked clutter. It looks like less consequential things, decorations and knick-knacks, things that could be left behind if one had to.
Al is wiping each item clean and then setting them into piles -- a tea service and a camp stove, a multi-tool and a deep red, fuzzy blanket, a sock cat that's already worn around the edges. A golden locket and an old radio. A stack of comic books and a girls' yukata. He tugs a basket over and sets the items in it so he can carry them all at once -- presumably to deliver things to their rightful owners within the house.]
Now that the weather's picking up...
Would anyone be interested in picnic?
Al is wiping each item clean and then setting them into piles -- a tea service and a camp stove, a multi-tool and a deep red, fuzzy blanket, a sock cat that's already worn around the edges. A golden locket and an old radio. A stack of comic books and a girls' yukata. He tugs a basket over and sets the items in it so he can carry them all at once -- presumably to deliver things to their rightful owners within the house.]
Now that the weather's picking up...
Would anyone be interested in picnic?