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To go to work or not to go to work? She didn't really feel like it, not after the sleepless night she'd just had, but if she stayed home she'd be stuck with daytime television and too many thoughts. So she reluctantly got out of bed and took a shower, then put on clean clothes.
Breakfast consisted of a glass of orange juice and a strawberry Pop Tart, and she dropped the wrapper in the trash as she headed out the door. It'd be good to see Kael again if nothing else, and kicking around the trailer all day thinking too much was over-rated.
The bell attached to the door jingled as she walked into the shop, and the redhead said, "Well, at least this place didn't fall down without me."
Kael was once again in the workshop, working away at the weapons that Reverie had requested. He had almost completed the throwing knives and was just putting the final touches which consisted of some patterned engravings across the sharpened edge of the blade.
His mouth worked at breaking down a piece of gum, flavour had long since abandoned the hardening piece and yet Kael didn't even seem to notice. That tended to happen when he became focused, almost fixated. The weapon became his sole reason for being and it was amazing he remembered to breathe.
He held a knife up to catch the light and grinned slowly as the light streaked the length of blade. "Perfect," He murmured with an approving tone and nod of his head. A flick of his wrist brought the weight of the dagger to settle in his hand until he balanced it across his palm, "Just right."
Quinn heard the familiar noises coming from the workshop, and she smiled the tiniest bit. Sounded like Kael had recovered a great deal if he was back to forging weapons. She crossed the room and knocked on the door loudly.
"Heads up, the prodigal has returned from the wilds of Las Vegas" she said, opening the door enough to poke her head inside. "What're you making back here?"
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"I think I should get back to work," He finally said after a long moment of just looking at Mallory. Work would help him work this whole thing out, would help him shift through his various emotions. It would also give him a chance to distract himself from everything else happening in his head.
The redhead nodded, stepped towards the door. She looked at Kael once over her shoulder before stepping into the main area of the shop, paused for a full couple of minutes. He looked...what? She couldn't decide. Had she dumped too much on him at once?
"Kael?"
It took a few minutes for Kael to register that something had been said and that something happened to be his name. His head lifted and his eyes blinked briefly, he looked almost blank until recognition flickered across his face.
"Yeah?" He asked as he looked over at Mallory.
Whatever she was going to say, it abandoned ship as soon as Kael looked up, leaving her mind a blank. "Uh...nothing. Sorry. Have fun with that."
She closed the door behind her, crossed the floor to switch the sign on the door from 'Closed' to 'Open', and got ready to start the work day. Sometimes being honest was all she had. If it really was a virtue, she might as well use it whenever she could, right?
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