December 8, afternoon
6700 Guernsey Road
Glenn was inside his workshop, putting the finishing touches on a simple wine rack. He was using a high-grit sandpaper and woodblock to sand the rack as smooth as possible, singing all the while as his arms moved back and forth rhythmically. The song was mostly inaudible from outside, and when the upbeat knock sounded at the door, Glenn had switched to humming it. He heard the knock, and instinctively turned towards it. His voice was a bit gruffer than he'd hoped, but hey, one couldn't be too careful, even outside the city. "Who's there?"
Through the door the response was a bit muffled, but still familiar. "Ta amim." After that the door opened a bit slowly, just enough so that Carley could slip inside before she shut it behind her. She wore a light blue sweater (that looked as if Erin could have knitted it), denim shorts over thick white stockings that had a hole on the knee; over that were her usual accessories- cloak, matching dark blue scarf, and her tote bag- all of which she started to shed as she spoke. "I think I'm gonna have to start takin' the carriage when I wanna come out here." Her gaze darted about momentarily, pausing on Glenn long enough so she could offer him a bright smile, then it moved on towards the stove in the other room. She started marching on that way, accessories in tow.
After briefly noting and smiling at Carley's appearance, he spoke, more to himself than Carley. "I think that's just about done." Glenn carefully carried the wine rack to the large front room, near a couple of other projects that were finished (and several that were half-done.). That task completed, he walked back into the room with the table, chairs, and stove, pulled a seat over (that hadn't been covered by the little elf's things) and sat down next to Carley- who was standing close to the stove, her hands extended towards its warmth. He had been working, so he was just wearing the usual black t-shirt and beat-up old carpenter's pants, with two hammers in the loops on each hip. However, Glenn wasn't wearing that all-too-familiar jade arrowhead necklace, a fact that would become evident the moment Carley took a closer look at his face. The ears, however, were still covered by shaggy light brown hair.
Carley turned towards Glenn when he sat next to her, eyes moving over his face. The smile she always seemed to wear brightened a bit before she turned away to look around, taking in the appearance of the barn so far. "You sure got a lot done since the last time I was here. It's startin' to look like a real home here." She turned to face him again, grin forming. "You weren't really workin' when I came in were you? It's too late in the day for that."
He itched his nose (a bit smaller than it was "normally") before responding, a crooked smile on his face. "What time is it? I don't really have a way of keeping track of time out here, honestly. Just the sun and the moon and daylight." He turned to face the front of the barn, looking out the windows there. "I don't think the sun's even set yet. But anyways, how're you doing?" He smiled again, a broader smile this time.
"Too late for work." Carley repeated her earlier words, perhaps to reiterate her point, as she gave him an oh so sagely nod. Stepping away from the stove, she moved a little closer to Glenn. "I'm doin' great! I was at The Stitch a little while makin' sure the workers there were doing their jobs, and decided to drop by for a little bit before going home." Clasping hands behind her back, she leaned a little closer to look him over. "What about you?"
It took Glenn... a long time to answer that question. He tilted his head and looked at Carley, then started tapping his finger against his forehead. Then, he leaned back in his chair. In a quiet, flat, non-emotional voice, he responded, "I'm doing... alright."
Pointed ears almost seemed to droop as Carley's smile faded. "Hm..." The sound she made was quiet and noncommittal. Straightening, she settled a hand on her hip as she looked him over, scrutinizing, connecting blue eyes with green. "And how are ya really doing?"
A close look at his face revealed the truth. Without the necklace on, emotions... seemed clearer, easier to read. The stress that Glenn had been under was evident in the tightness of his cheeks, the way his lips were pursed, and most importantly, in the way his large, dark green eyes were a bit cloudy. A bit glazed over. And the beginnings of bags under his eyes didn't help matters either. "Am I that easy to read?" He chuckled, although it possessed little mirth. He then answered his own question "No, you're right. I'm...I'm really kind of worn out."
Carley's hand fell from her hip, making her look a little less stern and defensive as her features softened. "Yer voice always gives you away. At least to me." Brows knit in concern as she walked even further from the stove and past Glenn, pulling her tote bag off the chair it was on to let it fall haphazardly to the floor. "Are you overworking yourself again?" Chair was then dragged over next to his, where she took a seat. Glancing aside, she held a rather curious expression. "Or is it somethin' else?"
((edited and adapted from live RP))
6700 Guernsey Road
Glenn was inside his workshop, putting the finishing touches on a simple wine rack. He was using a high-grit sandpaper and woodblock to sand the rack as smooth as possible, singing all the while as his arms moved back and forth rhythmically. The song was mostly inaudible from outside, and when the upbeat knock sounded at the door, Glenn had switched to humming it. He heard the knock, and instinctively turned towards it. His voice was a bit gruffer than he'd hoped, but hey, one couldn't be too careful, even outside the city. "Who's there?"
Through the door the response was a bit muffled, but still familiar. "Ta amim." After that the door opened a bit slowly, just enough so that Carley could slip inside before she shut it behind her. She wore a light blue sweater (that looked as if Erin could have knitted it), denim shorts over thick white stockings that had a hole on the knee; over that were her usual accessories- cloak, matching dark blue scarf, and her tote bag- all of which she started to shed as she spoke. "I think I'm gonna have to start takin' the carriage when I wanna come out here." Her gaze darted about momentarily, pausing on Glenn long enough so she could offer him a bright smile, then it moved on towards the stove in the other room. She started marching on that way, accessories in tow.
After briefly noting and smiling at Carley's appearance, he spoke, more to himself than Carley. "I think that's just about done." Glenn carefully carried the wine rack to the large front room, near a couple of other projects that were finished (and several that were half-done.). That task completed, he walked back into the room with the table, chairs, and stove, pulled a seat over (that hadn't been covered by the little elf's things) and sat down next to Carley- who was standing close to the stove, her hands extended towards its warmth. He had been working, so he was just wearing the usual black t-shirt and beat-up old carpenter's pants, with two hammers in the loops on each hip. However, Glenn wasn't wearing that all-too-familiar jade arrowhead necklace, a fact that would become evident the moment Carley took a closer look at his face. The ears, however, were still covered by shaggy light brown hair.
Carley turned towards Glenn when he sat next to her, eyes moving over his face. The smile she always seemed to wear brightened a bit before she turned away to look around, taking in the appearance of the barn so far. "You sure got a lot done since the last time I was here. It's startin' to look like a real home here." She turned to face him again, grin forming. "You weren't really workin' when I came in were you? It's too late in the day for that."
He itched his nose (a bit smaller than it was "normally") before responding, a crooked smile on his face. "What time is it? I don't really have a way of keeping track of time out here, honestly. Just the sun and the moon and daylight." He turned to face the front of the barn, looking out the windows there. "I don't think the sun's even set yet. But anyways, how're you doing?" He smiled again, a broader smile this time.
"Too late for work." Carley repeated her earlier words, perhaps to reiterate her point, as she gave him an oh so sagely nod. Stepping away from the stove, she moved a little closer to Glenn. "I'm doin' great! I was at The Stitch a little while makin' sure the workers there were doing their jobs, and decided to drop by for a little bit before going home." Clasping hands behind her back, she leaned a little closer to look him over. "What about you?"
It took Glenn... a long time to answer that question. He tilted his head and looked at Carley, then started tapping his finger against his forehead. Then, he leaned back in his chair. In a quiet, flat, non-emotional voice, he responded, "I'm doing... alright."
Pointed ears almost seemed to droop as Carley's smile faded. "Hm..." The sound she made was quiet and noncommittal. Straightening, she settled a hand on her hip as she looked him over, scrutinizing, connecting blue eyes with green. "And how are ya really doing?"
A close look at his face revealed the truth. Without the necklace on, emotions... seemed clearer, easier to read. The stress that Glenn had been under was evident in the tightness of his cheeks, the way his lips were pursed, and most importantly, in the way his large, dark green eyes were a bit cloudy. A bit glazed over. And the beginnings of bags under his eyes didn't help matters either. "Am I that easy to read?" He chuckled, although it possessed little mirth. He then answered his own question "No, you're right. I'm...I'm really kind of worn out."
Carley's hand fell from her hip, making her look a little less stern and defensive as her features softened. "Yer voice always gives you away. At least to me." Brows knit in concern as she walked even further from the stove and past Glenn, pulling her tote bag off the chair it was on to let it fall haphazardly to the floor. "Are you overworking yourself again?" Chair was then dragged over next to his, where she took a seat. Glancing aside, she held a rather curious expression. "Or is it somethin' else?"
((edited and adapted from live RP))