stitch me the fabric of fall [open]

[ohmaiden]

Iphigenia's been keeping to herself lately, reading magazines and novels, mostly

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[in_summer_leaf]

Hisoka steps out of the front door, and sees the dark-haired girl working on her knitting. He greets her quietly, "Hello, Iphigenia!" He hasn't run into her since they met at the Basement Bar in early April.

[ohmaiden]

She looks up, smiling when she hears his voice. "Oh, hello!"

[in_summer_leaf]

"What are you making?" He's got sympathy for the amount of effort she seems to be putting into her work. A craft is a craft, whether it's done with wood or yarn. They're all painstaking, or outright difficult.

[ohmaiden]

"I was attempting a scarf, to have for when it gets colder out," she explains.

[in_summer_leaf]

"Sounds practical! What colors will it be?" he asks.

[ohmaiden]

"I was thinking gray and blue," she says. "Something not too showy."

[in_summer_leaf]

"Because you're a quiet sort of person?" he guesses.

[ohmaiden]

"--I've never thought of myself as quiet..."

[in_summer_leaf]

"How do you think of yoursef?" asks Hisoka.

[ohmaiden]

"Frivolous," she says, shrugging a little.

[in_summer_leaf]

"Really?" That surprises Hisoka, but then, he doesn't know her well, and he's noticed that people often see themselves differently than others do.

[ohmaiden]

"Yes. I like too many silly things."

[in_summer_leaf]

"Like what?" he asks.

[ohmaiden]

"Pretty things, boys, you know..." She sighs a little.

[in_summer_leaf]

"I admit boys can be silly," says Hisoka, with a chuckle.

[ohmaiden]

"Well, it's stupid, I think," she declares. "I'm silly about them."