Another piece of the Drossel Au. Short, and mostly nonsense.
Anyone have a request to what the next chapter will be?
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The needle went into the dark fabric only to come back up, dragging equally dark thread along with it. Again and again the needle went through the clothes, carefully mending the gaping hole in Finny's pants.
"Hi Dross'!" The redhead glanced up from his work, offering the gardener a small smile. He still hadn't quite gotten used to the others that lived and worked in the huge estate, and the young earl still managed to make him nervous and jittery. According to Finny (apparently he'd been wondering aloud) the young master was actually very kind underneath his stupidly mature and cold mask.
Still...
Drossel let the subject drop and handed Finny the fixed pants, instructing him to be more careful, before turning a critical eye to the next piece of fabric in need of a skilled set of hands. One of the earl's jackets, torn at the elbow from the last "trip" he and Sebastian had gone on. He only waved a hand in farewell as Finny excused himself and left the small room. He had plenty of work to keep him occupied - who knew a handful of human beings tore up their clothes so often?
He ran his fingers over the fabric, searching for any other damage he hadn't seen at first glance. Finding none, he chose a thread to match the dark green of the jacket and leaned in close to inspect the tear. It traveled along the seam, for which he was grateful. This particular jacket had intricate stitching, and he didn't feel like attempting to copy it. This way he could simply follow the ripped seam.
"Drossel?"
Startled from his thoughts, the puppet turned and offered a shy smile to the black clad butler. Sebastian smiled in return, and swept past Drossel to lay another torn piece of clothes on the pile. One of the earl's shirts, with a missing button. An easy fix, the butler could do it himself really, but the puppet had long learned to not question the actions of the inhuman servant.
"I'm going into town for supplies. Anything you require?" Sebastian set a steady hand on Drossel's shoulder, still smiling. "Thread, perhaps?"
"Hhmm...no."
"Alright then. I shall return shortly. Watch after the house in my absence."
With that, the butler was gone, leaving Drossel to his thoughts and to his work. He turned a critical gaze back to the torn jacket, before picking up the shirt and quickly mending the rip and replacing the button. Satisfied, he returned to the jacket.
He'd finish this and see if the young master was ready to be measured (he'd grown half an inch, and was a bit proud) for a new suit. Maybe this time a lovely shade of green or red?
