REDVOX "VINNY" ABRAMO - cis male - goat-bat hybrid - harbinger

Redvox had realized at one point, rather sharply, that he didn't really have any hobbies to speak of. That wasn't to say that he didn't do anything. No, actually he kept himself very occupied most of the time, what with his duties as harbinger and also just making an effort to spend time with others. However, he didn't have many hobbies that allowed himself to just be on his own, enjoying his own space and the peace and quiet that lingered around him. So, the hybrid had decided to try and make an effort to find one that he enjoyed. It had been a bit of a slog, going through a bunch of different hobbies to see which one stuck. Drawing and writing hadn't gone very well, considering he had about as much talent in both as a slug. Building things hadn't gone much better, since it didn't really fill him with any sense of satisfaction or calm that a hobby was supposed to fill you with. Really it just felt like he was doing something for his job, since his position as harbinger had recently involved a lot of going and building different displays and setting up different events for the other groups that they invited over. However, after a lot of trial and error, he had actually found something that was able to hold his attention, and not make him want to crawl out of his own skin in frustration.

That hobby was knitting. He knew it must've been an odd choice, especially considering there were many on the island who simply couldn't engage in it because of the limitations of their paws, but Vin was lucky. He had the little hand talons he possessed at the edges of his wings to hold the needles tightly, and after finding the knitting supplies in the room of what must have once been a nice little old grandmother within the fortress, he had gotten to work. He had started off with many fairly simple patterns in the beginning, just so that he was able to get a handle on what he was doing and how to do it, but eventually had progressed to bigger and even more grand things. At the moment, he was attempting to make himself a scarf, considering the fact that he had felt rather cold as of late thanks to the harsh winter that was gripping them. The fabric he was using was a dark brown in color, and he seemed to be knitting so that he could make a little question block pattern on it when it was all finished. He was humming softly and happily as he worked within his room, hunched over the needles and thread with his door open to the entire rest of the apartment building they called home. Just in case somebody needed him urgently, of course.

REDVOX "VINNY" ABRAMO - cis male - goat-bat hybrid - harbinger

Vinny wondered, idly, if Aslisk had any sort of hobbies back when she had been at home. She claimed that she had looked different back when she had been in her own world, to the point where she had the limbs capable of doing things – such as, for example, knitting – much more easily, but she still didn't really seem to be quite the type. Going around and bugging your wife and kids – even if they were glad to be bugged – about things didn't count as a hobby, so it made him wonder if she had done anything interesting back then. It also made him wonder if perhaps there were hobbies of her land that didn't have any sort of equivalent in this world. Probably, but he doubted he would be able to find that out by asking Aslisk. Even when she was in the mood to talk about her own world, it seemed as though she had been just as much of a recluse as she was now, which meant she didn't care much for what went on in lands besides her own. She'd probably know if there were Nitisian hobbies that had no alternative here – if 'Nitisian' were even what such hobbies would be referred to as – but as for any other planets she didn't care that much about? The harbinger doubted that he would ever get anything more than a name or an offhand snarky comment about them.

Still, that wasn't the point of this little exercise, and his mind was getting all wound up, so he found himself shaking his head from side to side before refocusing his attention on Aslisk. It was obvious that the wyvern had never seen anybody knitting – or, well, attempting to knit – before, given her assumption that he was attempting to cook the string currently clutched awkwardly in his claws. Letting out a soft snort of amusement in response to her questioning, the hybrid shook his head before speaking in a slightly hoarse voice, made rough from disuse for the day, "No, m'not tryin' t'cook the string. I'm knitting. I'm gonna guess y'don't know what that is, judgin' by the look on your face." He glanced down at the knitting needles currently clutched precariously against his chest, mainly in an effort not to drop them again. After a moment of hesitation, he stretched the needles out so that Aslisk could see the developing pattern between them, "It's a craftin' hobby. It lets you make things outta fabric 'n' cloth 'n' all that. Right now m'tryin' to make myself a scarf, since the fur on m'neck is all patchy." He tried to continue with his soothing and repetitive motions from before, but with Aslisk around, he felt far more awkward and gangly, fighting against his own limbs just to get the motions to work again. It really did look weird, what with his wings strangely bent just to keep at his task, but it was either that or just not knit.