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[lostmillennium]

[A little bit away from Silver is a book that's been tossed aside, and in his hand are a needle, some thread... And his gloves. They've been torn up from being worn every passing moment save being in the shower- torn up enough that it would be so much more practical for them to be replaced, but he can't just replace them

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[millennialtrial]

...You'll never get anywhere doin' it like that.

[lostmillennium]

[...You're only getting this face, Gold.]

[millennialtrial]

...Give it here.

[lostmillennium]

No.

[millennialtrial]

You're just gonna ruin 'em even more if you keep that up.

[lostmillennium]

...You're not Blue.

[millennialtrial]

Neither are you. But I do know to fix 'em.

[lostmillennium]

...

[millennialtrial]

[lostmillennium]

[...Handing them over, then]

[millennialtrial]

[Plopping down, then. Okay, let's see...]

[lostmillennium]

[...He'll just be quietly watching over here]

[millennialtrial]

[Stitch and thread, stitch and thread, stitch and thread... It's not AMAZING work like Blue would probably pull off, but it's leaps and bounds above what Silver was doing. And he's not even pricking himself!]

[lostmillennium]

[not the same not the same not the same not the same not the same]

[millennialtrial]

[Stitch and thread, stitch and thread, stitch and thread.]

[lostmillennium]

[not the same not the same not the same not the-] ...Thanks, I guess.