Some time mid-fall, the man makes a decision that took a lot longer for him to come to than most would be comfortable to admit. He hadn't come back to see the one that would have been his jailer even after their vague proposal of time spent meeting up over drinks. He was more keen on spending the money that he'd been earning on drinks at the bars or on the women working at the Open Arms or the Velvet. Very little was actually reserved for actively bettering himself, but he also wasn't necessarily a laggard or a layabout. His particular skillset was terribly useful for hunting both food and monsters, and when he wasn't in the village wasting away (and occasionally picking inadvisable fights), he was out in the surrounding forest and up on the ridge hauling in his fair share of game.
In spite of all of that, the man arrives at the jail one chilly mid-morning with a box under one arm, a bow and quiver of arrows slung across his back, a new hat and duster jacket and thick-soled boots replacing the basic clothes he'd arrived in. The box is placed on the desk in front of Shen Qingqiu where he's doing something for the jail's filing, smelling vaguely of spiced pumpkin, apple, and sugar.
He waits quietly to see what the man will say, if he says anything at all.
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timeasmymeasure
In which the man learns how to be human
Date: 2024-10-20 12:57 pm (UTC)In spite of all of that, the man arrives at the jail one chilly mid-morning with a box under one arm, a bow and quiver of arrows slung across his back, a new hat and duster jacket and thick-soled boots replacing the basic clothes he'd arrived in. The box is placed on the desk in front of Shen Qingqiu where he's doing something for the jail's filing, smelling vaguely of spiced pumpkin, apple, and sugar.
He waits quietly to see what the man will say, if he says anything at all.