all open, I think
Poking around in places he'd probably not venture into had he actually seen anybody about as of yet, Feuilly has come across something which causes him to laugh aloud.
If anyone comes across him sitting in a sunny spot near to his room, he's rather studiously examining a book and wrangling with a pair of knitting needles, a few tangles of red wool scattered at his feet. He's probably winning, though at the moment, it's a bit hard to tell.
If anyone comes across him sitting in a sunny spot near to his room, he's rather studiously examining a book and wrangling with a pair of knitting needles, a few tangles of red wool scattered at his feet. He's probably winning, though at the moment, it's a bit hard to tell.