[ Considering Pitch didn't exactly have a designated "spot", he usually ended up in whatever corner was farthest from the collective others, the light source, and still allowed for precision stitching.
It was one way to always seem busy, and therefore stay as nearby as he pleased.
At the moment he was stringing the back of a corset-style waistcoat.The scintillation of stars around it were diamonds, even if that fabric was completely matte black.
Pitch had wanted to finish before the evening was called for him. But with a quick glance over Kashuu's shoulder, Pitch's mouth thins into a line.
He does not stop carefully threading. ]
I suppose. What do you need from me?
[ Even though Kashuu sort of fixed your phone and all... ]
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It was one way to always seem busy, and therefore stay as nearby as he pleased.
At the moment he was stringing the back of a corset-style waistcoat.The scintillation of stars around it were diamonds, even if that fabric was completely matte black.
Pitch had wanted to finish before the evening was called for him. But with a quick glance over Kashuu's shoulder, Pitch's mouth thins into a line.
He does not stop carefully threading. ]
I suppose. What do you need from me?
[ Even though Kashuu sort of fixed your phone and all... ]