like the devil's in your hands

[geturbootson]

[Sitting in a common room on the couch. Beside her are a small pile of clothes that do not look like they belong to her. She has a shirt on her lap as she slowly mends a tear in the side with a needle and thread.]

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[coffeeincarnate]

*Poking his head in the room.*

...Lenalee?

[geturbootson]

[Looks up at him. She hasn't seen brother in forever ;__; Smiles as bright as she can at him.] Brother! How are you?

[coffeeincarnate]

I'm good, I'm fine. *Walking closer. Not going to tell her he was almost killed by a Noah yesterday, nope.*

...You looked sad, though. Are you alright?

[geturbootson]

Of course! [Holds her hand out for him to take, scooting over the clothes pile for him to sit next to her.] I'm just busying myself. Idle hands are the devil's playground and all...

[coffeeincarnate]

*Sits down next to her*

Hmm, I'd have to agree with that. *Clothes keeping her away from men, this is good!* What are you mending?

[geturbootson]

Just a few shirts and pants. [that look like they would fit a certain boy more than her.]

[coffeeincarnate]

*He sees this.* Ah, I see.

Lenalee? ...Would that be a male friend you're mending the clothes for, by any chance? Just curious.

[geturbootson]

[Runs her fingers over one of the newly stitched holes.] They're Kanda's.