If I'm going to continue working for you,

[toris_tori]

Who: Toris and Sindre
Where: Toris' workshop
When: Monday 20th, late evening
What: The Blond Thief comes to make a request and ends up getting one in return. 

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[talks_to_nisse]

"Hei," Sindre called out as he entered. He wasn't discomforted by the fact Toris didn't turn to him; in fact, it made him respect the man a bit more. He'd rather pay a man who was more focused on the work than the money he might get from it.

Settling against the counter, Sindre watched the tinkerer. He wondered what it would be like, being able to make something like that. Put it all together and know that it existed only because you brought it into existence.

He immediately chased the thought away. If he had time to waste on such foolishness, he wasn't doing what he ought.

[toris_tori]

Recognizing the voice, Toris' head made a slight move in the direction of its' source but didn't make it all the way to turning around. Instead he reached for another tool (a smaller pair of tweezers) to remove excess parts that were clogging the machine. Whoever had asked him to fix this had not taken good care of their property, that was for sure. People who did not take the time to care for their machines disappointed the Tinkerer.

"Ah, Blond Thief." His voice was casual though the nickname he'd bestowed upon the other seemed cruel, it was filled with no animosity or contempt. "What do you have for me?" Blond Thief's visits were rarely just for pleasure, usually they were followed by a project. Not that Toris minded, since they were always pretty interesting.

[talks_to_nisse]

"Nothing interesting today, I'm afraid," he told the other man, setting his bundle down on the counter. Inside was an old, much used structure, one of the first Toris had ever made for him.

It wasn't anything fancy, just something that let one get from one high place to another without having to go to the ground; Sindre didn't know a name for it. "This part's been slippin' on me, and almost cost me my neck last time," he said, pointing out the bit that ought to hold the line steady.

He gave Toris a bit of a grin. "Though if you wanted to make it more fun, I wouldn't say no to you adding some way to attach a bag to it."

[toris_tori]

"Must have been putting it to good use." Blond Thief wasn't one to mistreat the equipment he was given, more like to use it often enough that it wore down. Finishing his last fix-it job, he snapped the last bit into place and watched it whirl to life with a small smile of satisfaction playing on his features. He set it aside and took off the glasses, finally turning to face his visitor.

Catching the grin, he returned with a half-smile in return, "I'll see what I can do about the addition." Taking the grappling hook he began to inspect it. Just as he thought, the thin metal attaching to the hook was wearing down. He began to detach the hook from the small hand-held machine that gave it momentum to attach to something far away.

Glancing up after a moment he told the other, "If you don't have anywhere pressing to be, you can feel free to look around and see if you'd like something for later." That in and of itself said something, Toris trusted few (read: almost no one) to wander around his shop unsupervised.