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[stardiving]

Who: Estinien, ota
Where: Goldenrod City
When: April 8th
Summary: Local ren faire reject does fiber crafts, darns his socks.
Rating: G

Morning

[The rain over the last few days had interfered somewhat with his plans, but the clearing skies have found Estinien sitting in the grass outside, back against his Flygon and a basket of fluffy wool next to him. Presumably from a extremely bizarre looking sight--a sheared Dubwool grazing nearby.

Well. Mostly sheared. The grey fluff around her neck is still there, like a fancy collar.

Most of her wool is split between the basket and being meticulously spun out and wound around the drop spindle in Estinien's hands. He's not as fast at it as he was years ago, but the memory is coming back easily enough.]

Mid-Afternoon

[After finishing up with his spindle and wool, the day of fiber working has continued with something much more mundane and practical--a pile of mending, needle, and thread. First up on the project list: a sock, stretched over a pokeball and held in one hand, while the other weaves tiny stitches up, down, and across.

Could he simply buy new socks? Yes. Easily. But instead he's fixing them. And a pair of pants and a scarf, seemingly.]

Comments

[giftofswift]

Enough to get by! You know. Ten or twenty so pair.

[He says waving his hand dismissively as if that isn't a huge amount. He wouldn't even need socks if he were back home, despite the comfy novelty they provide.]

Don't tell me— a mysteriously resourceful chap like yourself only has need for what. One, two pair?

[stardiving]

[He raises an eyebrow--it isn't particularly mysterious? Don't people learn how to fix things anymore, instead just discarding them when they're a little damaged or dirty? He'd learned that early and well--mend clothing until it could no longer be, then piece it out for other things.]

Seven pair, if you must know--or would you think that I would wait til all my clothing is full of holes before remedying that?

[giftofswift]

[It isn't as if he's not familiar with fixing stuff. He's the guy who invented the lyre on the first day he was born after all. While not quite the same, it pays off to make the most of what you're working with! He gets it! But at the same time, Estinien sure does stick out in this city. He gives an amused huff to the reply though.]

Well, by looks alone... [He trails off for a moment, giving Estinien a quick once over.] I wouldn't say all your clothes, but. Hm!

[He shoots him a teasing smile though, finally stepping closer than 'random passerby giving unwanted advice' range.]

I'm Hermes. A pleasure, do you do this often? In town I mean.

[stardiving]

[That would be his stubborn refusal to change the literally anything about himself.

Ratatoskr, asleep until now, opens one eye at the sounds and at Estinien's stiffening back due to the intrusion into his Alert Circle, before she settles down again with a deep breath in and sigh out.]

Estinien.

[He can't really say it's a pleasure though.]

As often as I need to.

[giftofswift]

[Besides giving the dragon Pokemon a glance, there was no hesitation in Hermes approach. Though he was glad it didn't raise to the defense with him totally getting in Estinien's personal space. Still wouldn't of stopped him.]

Habit from back home? Makes you stick out in this town though if you're looking for the attention.

[He tilts his head a moment, looking at both Estinien's work and the man himself. Now that he's closer he's.... pretty sure he's spoken to him before?]

Ah! I remember you, pretty sure, we spoke on the network before?

[stardiving]

[She definitely will, if pressed. After a moment:]

Ah. So we have.

[As for the first:]

And yet you are the first and only to comment upon it.

[giftofswift]

[It's clear Estinien doesn't enjoy this interruption, but does that stop him from picking up and inspecting the pants in the mend pile? Nope not at all.]

No offense, I wouldn't say you come off as very approachable in person. Maybe they're intimidated? Not that I mind any. You know- [He holds up the pants, switching gears suddenly.] are these pants really even worth mending?

[stardiving]

Unfortunate.

[He's reminded of certain other people currently in his life.]

Simply because you do not know how to does not mean that I do not.

[giftofswift]

[It's Estinien's lot in life to be surrounded by people who want to bother him.]

Hey now! I never said I didn't know how to mend something. Never needed to, but I know how. But these pants, really, you may as well just get a new pair at this point.

[He drops them back on the mend pile though, giving Estinien a shrug before eyeing the pile again. He mainly stopped for curiosity, but that didn't stop him from looking for something to pocket while he was here. Something valuable would be preferred, but eh.]

[stardiving]

[Suffering. Suffering and anguish.]

Mayhap I shall, part of the process is determining what is salvageable.

[He is keeping at least half an eye on these proceedings but he's also...you know, working.

There's nothing really of value in the pile, and his bag is close enough to him that it's probably a bad idea to try to poke through it. But monetary value is not the only thing, hm? There's one already-fixed sock off to one side, just...waiting.]

[giftofswift]

Good! I can save you some time then, there is no saving those.

[Are they really as bad he's making them out to be? Maybe. Or he could mainly just be low key dunking on Estinien's wardrobe.

He pauses though, checking his watch again. There isn't really a strict urgency or time crunch to do things like he had back home, but he was still in the habit of timing himself and in extension, his pokemon. Specifically right now his Murkrow should be finding its way back to him any moment.]

Kraaah Kraah!!

Ah, pardon me.

[Right on time. His Murkrow flew down to land on a waiting arm, quick to drop several shiny trinkets into Hermes' hand before hopping off to the ground beside him. Job finished. Whatever those trinkets were, Estinien didn't have much time to see as Hermes was quick to pocket them.]

Now, what was I saying? Oh I know, let me sort your pile for you. I'd make quick work of it!

[stardiving]

No.

[No dithering or trying to be polite about it, or assurances that he needs no assistance, because he certainly doesn't care if anyone's feelings are hurt and he's not entirely sure Hermes is having him on, but he's not sure he isn't.

In fact, he's pretty sure he is. You just are giving off that vibe.]

[giftofswift]

Oof, wow. Straight to the point, huh? I can respect that. No sense beating around the bush. I get it.

[He sighs though shaking his head, looking for all the point disappointed. As if he really wanted to help this near stranger sort through worn out clothes.

He really didn't. He gives his Murkrow a quick look though with a subtle nod. Corax really didn't know what he flew into tbh, but the command was understood enough. Take the sock when no ones paying attention. Hermes for his part finally moved away from the pile and back to in front of Estinien proper. Both hands on his hips.]

I suppose that's that then. Unless- Are you sure? I have the time.

[stardiving]

[He just raises one white eyebrow.]

I would not dare keep you from more important things.

[Though he really doesn't sound too concerned about that. With that, he finishes weaving in the thread on the repair in hand and slips the pokeball out, turning the sock inside out and looking unconcernedly at his handiwork.]

[giftofswift]

Please, if I had more important things I hardly would have stopped to chat like this. But, enjoy your mending. I'm sure I'll catch you around again!

[He gives a wave to Estinien, starting to head off and pulling out his Pokegear to check something. A quick glance back to his Murkrow told him the sock was successfully taken, hidden entirely in his beak. Did he need the sock? Nah, he'd toss it the first chance he got, but maybe it'd make this guy stop being stingy and just getting himself a new pair.]

Come on Corax, let's go.