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[makethem_notice]

He was a married man

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[hylianqueen]

Zelda did not often go into the Hub or the Winchester but occasionally she liked to have a drink and while the wine wasn't the same as that she had back in Hyrule, she liked the other spirits well enough to keep coming back. Seeing Tom seated at a table only inclined her to stay a little longer and she gave him a little smile before peering over the sketches.

"Planning on building something, Tom? These look lovely."

[makethem_notice]

"Hey, Zelda," he said, his mood brightening, though his smile was still small and frustrated.

"I've got plans. I've got more plans than I know what to do with, but nothing's getting built."

[hylianqueen]

"Good ideas, though," Zelda countered, though she wondered if having a good idea and not knowing what to do with it would satisfy him as he seemed a little frustrated about the situation.

"I live in a hut that is far too small. I'm sure one of your designs would be much better for Alistair and I, if you wanted to help us?"

[makethem_notice]

"Uh, yeah, sure," he said, leaning forward to flip through a stack of sketches he'd put aside. "I've actually got some stuff you can look at now, if you want, or you could tell me what you want and we could start from scratch."

Handing over a few sheets of drafting paper, he added, "Most of these are pretty basic." There were a few variations on a small, one or two bedroom cottage, along with a few split-level and two story designs, and a treehouse or two.

[agirlnamedchuck]

"Oh don't erase it." There was a hint of gentle chiding on her voice as Chuck observed the angry erasing. From whatshername could see from the rest ofthe scattered drawings it seemed like he had talent. It would be a tragedy (even a small one) to let it toto waste.

Stepping closer she piked up one of the sketches. Chuck had always had a soft-spot for those who had skills in areas she did not. There was a balance to it. A person couldn't be good at everything even though that would be nice. "I like these. And I am guessing that what you're erasing was just as good."

[makethem_notice]

"It wasn't," he insisted, though he'd stopped the furious erasing, his cheeks coloring just slightly as he put the pencil down.

"I'm just... I think it's one of those days, you know? Everything kind of looks like shit," he admitted with a cough of laughter, then, offering a smile, he leaned forward to push out a chair for her and said, "Sorry. Do you, uh-- Do you want to sit?"

[agirlnamedchuck]

Setting the paper back down, smoothing the nonexistent wrinkles out of the edges, she smiled as she nodded slightly. "I understand that. Sometimes you wake up and nothing really feels right."

It wasn't very often that Charlotte Charles had days like that, but she wasn't beyond having them at all. It was one of those things that she was certain happened to everyone at some point. With a brief hesitation as she considered where she was and where ought to be, she nodded again before pulling back the chair further and sitting down. "Thank you and I meant what I said before, these are nice."

[makethem_notice]

"Thanks," he said, genuinely appreciating the sentiment, even if he didn't necessarily agree. It was second nature not to believe in himself.

"I usually don't work here, but I thought maybe a change of scenery... I don't know."

[likesthestooges]

"These are good," Aidan said, glancing down at the work as he walked by. He hadn't meant to pry, but he had come here for drinks and to think and had noticed what the guy was working on and couldn't help but comment.

[makethem_notice]

"Thanks, man," Tom said, looking up at the guy, a new face among many. He'd been on the island for a year, and he really hardly knew anyone, which would've been sad if that hadn't also been true for him back in LA. He'd had his friends, he'd gone to work, he went on dates, and he had family, but he's never been all that social. On the island, it was even harder.

"I'm having one of those days where I pretty much hate all of them."

[likesthestooges]

"I like this one," he said, pointing to one of the ones with the elevated walkways. It was interesting, and he liked the way the walkways were shaped.

"And I understand. But they're good, so maybe try just flipping them over instead of erasing it?"

[makethem_notice]

"That one was actually something personal anyway," he admitted with an awkward smile, then reaching out to turn the sketch of the walkways so that he could get a better look.

"Yeah, I mean, it's not really practical, but it's a different use of space than most of the structures, here. It's easier to build out than up."

[wasblindbefore]

It isn't exactly a place Elvis spends a lot of time. Granted, the same could be said for most of the more highly populated areas on the island, but then, he would be content to pass his days up in the hut with Anabelle, not needing to worry about or deal with anyone else. That just isn't an option here. Stopping in the Hub is, really, a spur of the moment decision on his way out of the Compound, and a halfhearted one at that, his steps slow, a little aimless, and led easily off track by a blur of motion in his peripheral vision. He doesn't know the guy who's sitting there erasing, and it doesn't much matter to him what the reason for it is, but he figures he might as well be curious. He knows the feeling, after all, has sat and scratched out words and entire paragraphs after writing at his typewriter, the one downside to not doing everything by hand

[makethem_notice]

"Uh, that's... kind of not your business," Tom said with a frown, and he wasn't actually angry, more confused at being asked so directly.

Mackenzie had called him a pretentious dick on more than one occasion, and he'd probably been right. He'd always been kind of prickly with strangers.

[wasblindbefore]

The laugh Elvis lets out is short, mostly humorless, but not unkind. The response might have been a brusque one, and seemingly unnecessary, given the other sketches lying around - I didn't like it would have been good enough - but then, it isn't like there's no truth to it. He'd have probably said the same thing if it were him. "Alright," he says, and shrugs. "These are good."

[makethem_notice]

"Thanks," Tom said, a bemused smile twitching at one corner of his lips. "Sorry, I'd kind of forgotten there was even anyone else around."

He'd gotten so used to working out of the house, half of his sketches were never seen by anyone but him, and maybe Paul, if he was lucky.