Jan 30, 2008 18:15
Clive was down in the bar again, along with the treadle sewing machine that he occasionally borrowed from Bar, he wasn't using it at the moment, sorting through a box of scraps he'd found in his room from the last time he'd gotten himself stuck on purpose.
He may have been working out something to make, he may have already had something in mind, he may have just been sorting.
In any case, go on and talk to him, heps friendly and he doesn't bite!
momiji sohma,
clive