[Hikaru's apartment is a lesson in "organized chaos."
The little kitchenette is fairly clean, a coffee pot just waiting to be used, but the rest...
The sewing machine and cutting boards take up a large chunk of the living room. Sketches are stuck onto the walls with tacks, groups by season then type of clothing.
Pieces of fabric lay in heaps, still pinned to keep the parts of the pattern to them until construction can start. In one small cabinet is a collection of inks and dyes, in case the fabric isn't the color he wants.
One of the spare bedrooms, which stands open, is full of bolts of fabric, categorized by type of material then sorted by color. He certainly seems to be stockpiling the stuff, even though, as far as he's concerned, he's been very selective and careful to leave variety for others who sew, too.
When there's a knock on his door, he answers it promptly.]
Hey Bulla. [A step back to let her in.] Bring those sketches?
December 2nd, action:
Date: 2013-12-06 10:28 pm (UTC)The little kitchenette is fairly clean, a coffee pot just waiting to be used, but the rest...
The sewing machine and cutting boards take up a large chunk of the living room. Sketches are stuck onto the walls with tacks, groups by season then type of clothing.
Pieces of fabric lay in heaps, still pinned to keep the parts of the pattern to them until construction can start. In one small cabinet is a collection of inks and dyes, in case the fabric isn't the color he wants.
One of the spare bedrooms, which stands open, is full of bolts of fabric, categorized by type of material then sorted by color. He certainly seems to be stockpiling the stuff, even though, as far as he's concerned, he's been very selective and careful to leave variety for others who sew, too.
When there's a knock on his door, he answers it promptly.]
Hey Bulla. [A step back to let her in.] Bring those sketches?