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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.

[millennialtrial]

...Yeah, sure, no problem. [Locking the final stitch, and- handing them off to Silver.]

[lostmillennium]

[...Slowly putting them back on...]

[millennialtrial]

[Gold waits for Silver's verdict. This is the first time he'd ever fixed clothing for someone else. Usually it's just for himself, and his standards are different from others'.]

[lostmillennium]

...When did you learn how to sew? [They're together. He's not worried about them falling apart anytime soon. That's what matters. ...He's not complaining.]

[millennialtrial]

...A long time ago. Kinda had to if I was gonna be on my own.

[lostmillennium]

...Right.

[millennialtrial]

...Yeah.

[lostmillennium]

[...Yeah, just gonna awkwardly sit here and fidget with his gloves]

[millennialtrial]

[...Going to stand up now.]

[lostmillennium]

[He'll at least stop to look up at you, Gold.]