HEADS WILL ROLL ☆ o, knitting

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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.