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[ohsolegal]

[Luke's... tired. Tired enough that he's out in the lobby with his knitting and he doesn't even care if anybody sees him doing it, for once.

He'd gone home, of course, when the doors had arrived. How could he not? He'd gone home expecting things to be different. Thinking that after Monocle, after that Clive, he'd be able to actually admit to his own

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[monocle_layton]

[Today is the day that Monocle deals with depressed Lukes, apparently. Needless to say, he is concerned about one of his charge's well-being and approaches Luke quietly. After observing him knitting for a moment, he decides to speak up.]

How was... your visit home?

[ohsolegal]

Godawful.

[He bends his head further over his knitting, biting at his lip.]

Fuck this place, professah.

[monocle_layton]

[For once, Monocle drops his airs and graces, sitting down against the wall next to Luke.]

Surely if your home world was that terrible you'd like it here more by comparison?

[ohsolegal]

...just as I was gonna finally say something to my professah I got dragged back 'ere.

[sinisterballet]

[Descole sits own on the floor in front of him and takes the other side of the yarn. Noticing what he was doing, he reaches over to a drawer and takes out two needles, and he starts knitting as well. Before Luke can say anything, he gives an unsettling sigh.]

Hello Luke.

[ohsolegal]

[...he's knitting with Descole. Well. That was never something Luke predicted would happen in his life, but he guesses at least it's better than Descole trying to start something. He can't be bothered with that.]

...Descole.

[sinisterballet]

[He gives a small smile staring down.]

I used to knit with my mother. She taught me when I was very little, and when she could get off work, she would teach me each time something new. She also taught me to sew, to cook, to dance...

[Descole shrugs to Luke and goes back down to knitting.]

[ohsolegal]

...yeah. My mum taught me 'ow to knit, too. Can't do any o' the others, though. Maybe cookin'.