12-16-2018, 11:22 PM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 65%; font-family: timesnewroman; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify;"]Jim likes listening to people talk, or even just being in the presence of people. This was a given, granted how easily he'd agreed to joining. Still, it makes him somewhat relieved, noticing Morgan's presence. The wolfdog's ears prick as he looks up, and offers a crooked grin in greeting.
"I only just picked it back up. Hence the .." He motions wordlessly to the flames. He may be naturally gifted at basically anything, but sewing just wasn't his forte. At least as a dog. At least it was a nice distraction. .. The fact that it was hard to make so many scarves didn't come as a surprise. Seriously, how many times would the big guy have to do it? Jim really felt for him. "Don't sweat it. I'd be happy to help. Something to do, y'know?" Jim is feeling a little empty for enthusiasm right now, but his grin grows wide and assuring anyways. His tail gently thumps against the ground. He was wondering what he'd do with this new hobby -- having the idea brought to him was just a bonus. "I learned a little bit a long time ago, from my aunt. I forgot a lot of it, but I only had to do some basic reading to catch up. Way harder to do in practive, though. Pretty cool that you learned on your own, though!" Feeling a little better now, he'd give an enthusiastic thumbs up if he could, but he ... doesn't have thumbs. It was impressive, especially considering. Yknow. Paws. His aunt had taught him when he was ... y'know, there. But he was just fifteen -- this was, what, nearly ten years ago? A half-memory resparked. It's not a good memory, what with the planet and what happened afterwards, but he still remembers it with an horrible, aching fondness.
"I only just picked it back up. Hence the .." He motions wordlessly to the flames. He may be naturally gifted at basically anything, but sewing just wasn't his forte. At least as a dog. At least it was a nice distraction. .. The fact that it was hard to make so many scarves didn't come as a surprise. Seriously, how many times would the big guy have to do it? Jim really felt for him. "Don't sweat it. I'd be happy to help. Something to do, y'know?" Jim is feeling a little empty for enthusiasm right now, but his grin grows wide and assuring anyways. His tail gently thumps against the ground. He was wondering what he'd do with this new hobby -- having the idea brought to him was just a bonus. "I learned a little bit a long time ago, from my aunt. I forgot a lot of it, but I only had to do some basic reading to catch up. Way harder to do in practive, though. Pretty cool that you learned on your own, though!" Feeling a little better now, he'd give an enthusiastic thumbs up if he could, but he ... doesn't have thumbs. It was impressive, especially considering. Yknow. Paws. His aunt had taught him when he was ... y'know, there. But he was just fifteen -- this was, what, nearly ten years ago? A half-memory resparked. It's not a good memory, what with the planet and what happened afterwards, but he still remembers it with an horrible, aching fondness.
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