73 Winter 515 AV
Sebastian waved to the client as they left the shop. The smile on his face and his demeanor a trained trait to keep others from seeing the struggle within him. Turning he passed Etran as he made his way back to the workbench with the latest customer's request laid out. Pieces of metal yet to be formed were placed neatly in a row. Worn hands covered in oils and soot rested against the worn bench, his head tipping down, a long hair falling in front of his face as he sighed and closed his eyes.
Blowing on the hair he looked back up to the work and pushed against the bench lightly as he stretched his back out. The day was coming to an end at the shop and the others were cleaning up the work area. He couldn’t focus on anything, he glassy eyes having tired dark circles underneath.
He knew he should probably get started on the task in front of him because it was promised for next week but he just couldn’t seem to get his mind to focus. A dark haired little minx had shared his bed the night prior and kept him up until the wee hours of the morning. Regret wasn’t something he was feeling toward the woman, but more toward not telling the guys he was sick or making up an excuse so that he could sleep in.
Unfortunately the days of being able to come and go as he pleased was behind him after his father’s passing. Now, no matter how he felt, he needed to go to work. Not only to pay for the housing and make sure that he got enough to eat, but to also support some of his more expensive habits.
Turning away from the bench he leaned against the scarred wood. Aska left through the back of the shop, waving to them letting them know that she would see them tomorrow. Sebastian gave a half wave and called a goodbye to her.
Sebastian waved to the client as they left the shop. The smile on his face and his demeanor a trained trait to keep others from seeing the struggle within him. Turning he passed Etran as he made his way back to the workbench with the latest customer's request laid out. Pieces of metal yet to be formed were placed neatly in a row. Worn hands covered in oils and soot rested against the worn bench, his head tipping down, a long hair falling in front of his face as he sighed and closed his eyes.
Blowing on the hair he looked back up to the work and pushed against the bench lightly as he stretched his back out. The day was coming to an end at the shop and the others were cleaning up the work area. He couldn’t focus on anything, he glassy eyes having tired dark circles underneath.
He knew he should probably get started on the task in front of him because it was promised for next week but he just couldn’t seem to get his mind to focus. A dark haired little minx had shared his bed the night prior and kept him up until the wee hours of the morning. Regret wasn’t something he was feeling toward the woman, but more toward not telling the guys he was sick or making up an excuse so that he could sleep in.
Unfortunately the days of being able to come and go as he pleased was behind him after his father’s passing. Now, no matter how he felt, he needed to go to work. Not only to pay for the housing and make sure that he got enough to eat, but to also support some of his more expensive habits.
Turning away from the bench he leaned against the scarred wood. Aska left through the back of the shop, waving to them letting them know that she would see them tomorrow. Sebastian gave a half wave and called a goodbye to her.
