Summer flicked a glance up at him, the way he was shifting back and forth like he was uncomfortable. On the other hand, he seemed pretty serious about not letting his puppy pester Helios. Reticence wasn’t necessarily a bad quality — gods knew, she had a tendency to babble.
But he’d already said he didn’t want to sit down, so she fell silent, fingers busy. If his life was as quiet as he was, this both of them having their doors open would be easy. Hopefully, her little gaming get-togethers wouldn’t be a problem — granted they laughed a lot, and loudly, but surely that wouldn’t bother him?
She supposed, since he wasn’t exactly volunteering information, she’d have to wait and see.
After a moment of thought, he decided a few hours over at Summer’s place wouldn’t be all that bad.
His favorite thing to do was observe people — not in a creepy way at all, in more of a I-see-you-and-I-understand way.
He wants to understand her, and how he hasn’t noticed such a… unique soul in all of his residence.
So, he sat on the floor, cross-legged, little Diesel’s fascination with Helios getting thrown to the wind as he squirmed to settle in his owner’s lap for a quick snooze.
“How do you… do that?” he asked, gesturing with one hand to her work, the other scratching behind his pup’s ear.
Summer’s mouth twitched in a wry smile, and she lifted her hands a little. “This one is really simple — I’m just threading beads, well chips in this case, on a string. This is a particular kind of wire called tigertail, that’s very thin and flexible.” She finished the piece of the pattern she was working on, and laid it down to pick up a completed piece with multiple swoops.
She spread it out between her hands, holding it up for him. “This one is a little more complicated.” Putting it back down, she nudged a box of finished pieces toward him. She stirred a pile of gemstone chips with her fingertip, looking for the perfect one to string next.