[she comes up here sometimes to make little stuffed things, items of no real importance beyond keeping her hands and mind busy. when there happens to be someone else at work on the floor (which there often is) she'll abandon that idea and observe them instead, more interested in their projects than the glint of her sunglasses would betray.
such is the case with England, who she watches impassively for a time before commenting.]
Shit, I'm starting to think that everyone in this tower can sew. Wasn't it supposed to be a dying art?
floor 15
such is the case with England, who she watches impassively for a time before commenting.]
Shit, I'm starting to think that everyone in this tower can sew. Wasn't it supposed to be a dying art?