George
For a moment, El just stopped and stared. George braced himself, knowing full well what would come next.
Sure enough, El began to giggle, then to laugh, then to guffaw; George waited with a crooked, resigned smile until they managed to get themself under control. He raised his brows at El as they tried to justify their laughter. He couldn't even blame them. It was something that he kept under wraps for just this reason. After all, he had a reputation to uphold, and he knew how ridiculous he looked while knitting or crocheting or embroidering. Still, besides the fact that he found it relaxing, it was actually quite useful. He rarely needed a seamstress to repair his worn clothes, for example.
"My ma taught me when I was young," he offered by way of explanation. "It... passes the time, when I've nothing better to do." It was the truth - one of the few fully honest things he had shared with El, for all that he'd convinced them to come to Torchline and join the guild.
Sure enough, El began to giggle, then to laugh, then to guffaw; George waited with a crooked, resigned smile until they managed to get themself under control. He raised his brows at El as they tried to justify their laughter. He couldn't even blame them. It was something that he kept under wraps for just this reason. After all, he had a reputation to uphold, and he knew how ridiculous he looked while knitting or crocheting or embroidering. Still, besides the fact that he found it relaxing, it was actually quite useful. He rarely needed a seamstress to repair his worn clothes, for example.
"My ma taught me when I was young," he offered by way of explanation. "It... passes the time, when I've nothing better to do." It was the truth - one of the few fully honest things he had shared with El, for all that he'd convinced them to come to Torchline and join the guild.
