Deux Coups [Action+Text]
[He hasn't been in Paradise long, but he has made further deductions in regards to the strange place.
One, everyone, even his comrades, went out of their way to avoid him. Or at least, that's how it seemed. They all seemed to be involved in a web of romances and strained relationships, it was not difficult to read the situation. What was difficult was becoming involved on some level. That brought him to his second deduction, Paradise was boring. Without a set roster of duties and a war to wake up to, Spy found the days to be uncomfortably silent. While watching others was both informative and entertaining, he wanted something more thrilling.
Currently, he was miserable. He'd only been here a matter of days and his trousers were already ruined. He could no longer justify wearing them (not that anyone but him minded). After a search of his new room, he did not find an expensive suit as he had hoped. However, he found a pair of jeans. Which he was quick to disregard for the moment. Dejectedly, he found himself returning to them. He intended on at least finding some sewing impliments, but he was unsuccessful. He was also unsuccessful in finding someone to assist him. He would not be able to repair his trousers properly if he was wearing them. He had no choice but to don the jeans, lest someone catch him looking mildly inappropriate.
Now in jeans and a white button up business shirt, he peeks around the kitchen, glad that he could not find anyone. He has another quick look before picking up his 3STP in desperation.]
[Text]
If anybody knows where I would happen to find a needle and thread, I would be most obliged.
One, everyone, even his comrades, went out of their way to avoid him. Or at least, that's how it seemed. They all seemed to be involved in a web of romances and strained relationships, it was not difficult to read the situation. What was difficult was becoming involved on some level. That brought him to his second deduction, Paradise was boring. Without a set roster of duties and a war to wake up to, Spy found the days to be uncomfortably silent. While watching others was both informative and entertaining, he wanted something more thrilling.
Currently, he was miserable. He'd only been here a matter of days and his trousers were already ruined. He could no longer justify wearing them (not that anyone but him minded). After a search of his new room, he did not find an expensive suit as he had hoped. However, he found a pair of jeans. Which he was quick to disregard for the moment. Dejectedly, he found himself returning to them. He intended on at least finding some sewing impliments, but he was unsuccessful. He was also unsuccessful in finding someone to assist him. He would not be able to repair his trousers properly if he was wearing them. He had no choice but to don the jeans, lest someone catch him looking mildly inappropriate.
Now in jeans and a white button up business shirt, he peeks around the kitchen, glad that he could not find anyone. He has another quick look before picking up his 3STP in desperation.]
[Text]
If anybody knows where I would happen to find a needle and thread, I would be most obliged.