{ the right bench handle is broken. his grip had been strong enough to chip the ends of it. itβs made of stone. he holds half of what remains in his hand before he realizes what he had done. louis decides itβs time to move forward, back to solvunn. heβd sat at the park for quite some time. his feet donβt want to listen. instead he gets up, now needing to at least make sure the bench is taken care of. itβll be without the other end, one side intact and the other broken β how unfortunate itβll be to leave it unmade.
he stands up, watches briefly on the passerby before he finds the nearest person coming down the path along the bench. itβs the confidence in the walk that draws him in. itβll do. }
Excuse me, young man. { his voice is lyrical, purposely relaxed when he talks to folks as to seem open. what comes out is a gamble of a question, but really heβs finding an excuse to remain a little longer. } Do you happen to know where Parks and Rec may be in Nocwich?
{ the smile he gives is sheepish as he opens his palm and puts forth his hand to show the broken bench handle. }
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he stands up, watches briefly on the passerby before he finds the nearest person coming down the path along the bench. itβs the confidence in the walk that draws him in. itβll do. }
Excuse me, young man. { his voice is lyrical, purposely relaxed when he talks to folks as to seem open. what comes out is a gamble of a question, but really heβs finding an excuse to remain a little longer. } Do you happen to know where Parks and Rec may be in Nocwich?
{ the smile he gives is sheepish as he opens his palm and puts forth his hand to show the broken bench handle. }
Iβd like to get this fixed.