hampton village inn | north kingstown, ri | tuesday | september 7
There were documents upon documents heaped on Ned's lap today. Bank statements, loan applications, loan instructions, tax documents and applications for licenses. They covered his long legs and had piled up near his hip.
Ned was just staring at them. He didn't know what had possessed him to even think about this but the thought had struck and hadn't let go of him since then. Now, it was a matter of math. He had a small amount in savings, enough that he was living comfortably but he knew he'd need more if he wanted to do what he wanted to do.
Opening up his own shop wasn't going to be something he did overnight. He knew he'd have to keep working and he'd have to get someone with more knowledge than himself to read over these things. Right now, Ned was just staring at them.
Still, the idea was still there, pinging around his head. For the boy that could bring dead things back to life was now thinking of starting a new life of his own.
It was just going to take some hard work.
[open for phone calls/emails/the girl. NFB for distance and hey, look, a step towards canon!]
Ned was just staring at them. He didn't know what had possessed him to even think about this but the thought had struck and hadn't let go of him since then. Now, it was a matter of math. He had a small amount in savings, enough that he was living comfortably but he knew he'd need more if he wanted to do what he wanted to do.
Opening up his own shop wasn't going to be something he did overnight. He knew he'd have to keep working and he'd have to get someone with more knowledge than himself to read over these things. Right now, Ned was just staring at them.
Still, the idea was still there, pinging around his head. For the boy that could bring dead things back to life was now thinking of starting a new life of his own.
It was just going to take some hard work.
[open for phone calls/emails/the girl. NFB for distance and hey, look, a step towards canon!]