In For Repairs [Ann & Gill]
@mechannized
He’s never been inside the quaint little tool shop before, despite having passed through Flowerbud in the last few years alone more times than he can count. It’s never been the sort of thing he’s needed to stop inside; tools are very rarely a thing he carries, let alone needs to purchase.
Today, however, the strap on Gill’s messenger bag had snapped completely and unexpectedly-- and he’d much rather have it in one piece as he makes the final leg of his journey back to Castanet. He’d like very much to not be gripping it in his hands the entire way, as he had to do just now - after he’d gotten done scooping his slightly snow-dampened paperwork back inside of it. Now that its contents are back in their rightful place, it’s a bit heavier than he’d like to deal with-- and while he doesn’t like to admit it, it’s probably even a bit heavier than he can deal with without the strap it was meant to have.
After receiving the suggestion from one of his acquaintances in the area to try Michael or his daughter for a repair, he lets himself into the shop-- trying his best not to look completely sour despite his very much soured mood. He’s glad to approach the counter, at least-- propping the bag up on it and taking the weight of it off his arms.
“Hello?” he calls into the back, rubbing at one of his wrists between the edge of his glove and the cuff of his winter coat.
