Lemm stoops to take up the scuttle holding the broken pieces, and steps out through the curtain.
There's still stuff, everywhere, but he's not interested in most of it right now. He puts the metal scuttle on the counter and stands there, facing away, hands flexing restlessly by his sides for just a second, and then steels himself.
"Any of that over there. Rack," he gestures stiffly with his horns without turning around, "chair, pillows. You don't have to take anything, and you don't have to take it now," he adds, and suddenly he goes hunting through drawers because finding some glue for the broken cup is far more important than watching their reaction. "Turns out story shelf is dialectical. Haven't found one that wasn't built-in yet, and I couldn't manage a writing-desk by myself. I'll let you know if I find anything free-standing but you might be better off looking elsewhere..." This trails off into a deceptively irritable sigh.
The metal details of the rack are clean and polished, and it looks like it might hold anything from hats to coats to masks to weaponry - the kind of thing someone puts by a door if they're expecting guests, which Lemm generally is not.
The bar stool has had a couple of parts removed from the bottom to make it sit level without having to be screwed down, and the mechanism that adjusts the height and the way it spins have been oiled so that both work smoothly. It does not have built-in cushioning, which some might find uncomfortable.
The armful of pillows are clean and about as dry as anything gets in the City of Tears, and seem to be from different places so that there are options as far as colour and design go.
Not that Relic Seeker Lemm would spend any of his valuable time thinking about any of this. And certainly not while procrastinating tidying up.
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There's still stuff, everywhere, but he's not interested in most of it right now. He puts the metal scuttle on the counter and stands there, facing away, hands flexing restlessly by his sides for just a second, and then steels himself.
"Any of that over there. Rack," he gestures stiffly with his horns without turning around, "chair, pillows. You don't have to take anything, and you don't have to take it now," he adds, and suddenly he goes hunting through drawers because finding some glue for the broken cup is far more important than watching their reaction. "Turns out story shelf is dialectical. Haven't found one that wasn't built-in yet, and I couldn't manage a writing-desk by myself. I'll let you know if I find anything free-standing but you might be better off looking elsewhere..." This trails off into a deceptively irritable sigh.
The metal details of the rack are clean and polished, and it looks like it might hold anything from hats to coats to masks to weaponry - the kind of thing someone puts by a door if they're expecting guests, which Lemm generally is not.
The bar stool has had a couple of parts removed from the bottom to make it sit level without having to be screwed down, and the mechanism that adjusts the height and the way it spins have been oiled so that both work smoothly. It does not have built-in cushioning, which some might find uncomfortable.
The armful of pillows are clean and about as dry as anything gets in the City of Tears, and seem to be from different places so that there are options as far as colour and design go.
Not that Relic Seeker Lemm would spend any of his valuable time thinking about any of this. And certainly not while procrastinating tidying up.