[A certain Finland is in the park, sitting cross-legged beneath a tree and making very meticulous small stitches in a fluffy material. His eyebrows are furrowed and he's trying very hard to be careful, yet there are bandages covering at least three of his fingers. The box of Band-Aids beside the bit of cotton and cloth scraps at his side seem to
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passing through while trying to get a better idea about what this place was, when she passes Finland. For the most part she wasn't paying attention to him, but when he pricks his finger, he earns himself a raised eyebrow from the blonde Drifter]
What are you doing?
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[This earns her a sheepish laugh.]
I'm not very good at it.
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well, Finland doesn't have to know that, lmao |: ]
Mind if I take a look?
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Go ahead! I haven't gotten very far yet.
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Hmm.
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It's not the greatest, but it could be worse.
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[aka, she just only knows what she knows from watching Alfred.]
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Well, I'm sure you'll do fine, anyways
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