Sah
Sah pricked his finger as his focus broke. Hissing, he glanced up at Tal, "Errand Boy." Glancing at the courier's current task, he smirked. "I see you're living up to your name." Wiping the bit of blood off on his pants, the Abandoned readjusted his grip on the needle and resumed sewing, tongue peeking out slightly in concentration.
Every once in a while, he'd glance over at the sheet that detailed his plans and patterns, trying not to get too off track. The tailor had been kind enough to get his measurements beforehand, to try and make it easier for him. So far, the Abandoned could proudly say that he'd successfully sewed himself some basic black pants.
The shirt however was giving him trouble. Why did it have to have so many seams?
Every once in a while, he'd glance over at the sheet that detailed his plans and patterns, trying not to get too off track. The tailor had been kind enough to get his measurements beforehand, to try and make it easier for him. So far, the Abandoned could proudly say that he'd successfully sewed himself some basic black pants.
The shirt however was giving him trouble. Why did it have to have so many seams?
I think there for I am,
But what if all I do is bleed?
But what if all I do is bleed?
