Room 413; Friday After Classes [ 09/03 ].

[daventryprince]

It had definitely been a challenging project, but the results had been quite satisfactory. Last night had almost entirely been filled with cutting and sewing, sewing and cutting, but he had been efficient and industrious, slipping easily into Gwydion mode to get the task done. Sure, the consequences of a poor job were no where near as drastic

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[willbethenight]

After an afternoon spend watching Sherlock Holmes beat up a room full of teenagers with nothing more than observations, Bruce felt like it was time to check in on Alexander and see how his utility belt was coming along. When he got to 413, he knocked on the door frame. "Alexander?"

[daventryprince]

In the middle of giving the buckle another tug of a test, Alexander turned his head toward the knock and the call of his name, and grinned when he saw who it was.

"Bruce! You have very fortuitous timing; look!" He held up the fruits of his labor proudly. "I've just put the finishing touches on it a little earlier, and I've been testing the durability a bit. What do you think?"

[willbethenight]

Bruce stepped into the room and took hold of the belt. "Plenty of room in the pockets. Seems sturdy. You do good work."

[daventryprince]

"Thank you," said Alexander, unable to keep a pleased smile off his face. The whole concept of being complimented for a job well done was still strange, foreign, and delightful territory. "And, look, I took the liberty to add a little loop on each side as well, see, where one might keep a weapon or two, if they felt so inclined."

[inneedofcoffee]

Sometime after Bruce, Maladicta wandered into the door frame and peered on in. "What did you do to that poor cow?"

[daventryprince]

"What poor cow?" asked Alexander, before realizing that Maladicta must have been referring to the scraps of leather he was still in the process of cleaning up, and he could only laugh. "Oh! This. Well, technically, I didn't do anything to the cow; the tanner who made the coat did."

[inneedofcoffee]

Tanners. Blegh.

Smelled horrid and tasted--well, that was long behind her now. "You sew then?"

[daventryprince]

Way to make it sound horribly...girly, Maladicta.

Alexander cleared his throat. "I have a lot of experience with mending," he said, feeling that this was only marginally better. "I was helping put together a belt with pouches for a friend. Terribly useful things to know how to make, pouches."