[open thread]
WHO: Luke fon Fabre and Koizumi Itsuki
WHAT: Introductions/clothes-mending
WHERE: Nearabouts the Crimson Dragon Inn
WHEN: Mid-afternoon
Maybe from Van, though that was kind of a weird idea. Van's hands were too big, meant to hold weapons like swords, nothing so small and delicate as a needle. Luke's hands were--smaller. They were the same size as Asch's were really, by necessity, but Luke had always felt smaller. Maybe it was mind over matter or something like that.
Whatever. He wasn't thinking about it any more.
Ion had gone off earlier, having met some new kid through the journals, and he'd seemed all right. Luke hadn't heard from him, in any case, which was usually a good indication that whatever he was doing it probably wasn't anything dangerous. Hell, they were probably going over that scroll thing that Ion had torn out of the book in the library. That felt like ages ago. How long had they been here, again? It was getting sort of hard to remember.
Anyway, he didn't have anything to do, and this new guy, Koizumi Itsuki, didn't seem--so bad. Luke was used to helping people. It was just in his nature.
Besides, he needed to keep busy.
He tucked the journal into his back pocket, and left the inn, in the direction of the docks.
WHAT: Introductions/clothes-mending
WHERE: Nearabouts the Crimson Dragon Inn
WHEN: Mid-afternoon
Maybe from Van, though that was kind of a weird idea. Van's hands were too big, meant to hold weapons like swords, nothing so small and delicate as a needle. Luke's hands were--smaller. They were the same size as Asch's were really, by necessity, but Luke had always felt smaller. Maybe it was mind over matter or something like that.
Whatever. He wasn't thinking about it any more.
Ion had gone off earlier, having met some new kid through the journals, and he'd seemed all right. Luke hadn't heard from him, in any case, which was usually a good indication that whatever he was doing it probably wasn't anything dangerous. Hell, they were probably going over that scroll thing that Ion had torn out of the book in the library. That felt like ages ago. How long had they been here, again? It was getting sort of hard to remember.
Anyway, he didn't have anything to do, and this new guy, Koizumi Itsuki, didn't seem--so bad. Luke was used to helping people. It was just in his nature.
Besides, he needed to keep busy.
He tucked the journal into his back pocket, and left the inn, in the direction of the docks.