ArchivedLogs:Knitting

Knitting
Dramatis Personae Micah, Ash
In Absentia	12 February 2015 '
Location <NYC> Harbor Commons - Sunroom - Lower East Side
Bright and warm, this room is set up to enjoy a little bit of the outdoors even year-round. Tall glass panes make up most of its wall in between wood supports, providing a wide three-sided view of the garden and yard outside. As well as the inner doors leading back into the kitchens and dining room, an outer door leads out to the outdoor gardens, as well. Inside, the room is airy and green -- a plethora of potted herbs and plants hang from the ceiling, as well as ring the room in a series of narrow wooden raised-beds that provide growing space for a selection of herbs year-round. Outside of the herb beds that ring the room, this place is designed simply to come and relax; quiet and simple, with clean stone floors and neutral-toned wicker furniture adorned with comfortable cushioning. Some of the chairs ring stone-and-glass tables for eating or conversing; a few more solitary seats come in the form of rocking chairs or netted hammock-chairs hanging from the ceiling. It's snowing yet again once night falls. As much as Micah dislikes being out in the winter weather, it's pretty enough to /watch/ the fat, lazy flakes drifting down when one is safely ensconced in the warmth indoors. The redhead is tucked into one of the chairs with better lighting, yarn in his lap slowly turning into a baby blanket, headphones leading to his ears from his pocket (presumably attached to some electronic device that plays music and not just some kind of fashion statement), thermos of apple-cinnamon tea close at hand. He is dressed in about the usual uniform for his evenings home: Batsignal hoodie, powder blue Totoro face tee over navy henley, patchy jeans, soot sprite slippers bopping in time to the music playing into Micah's ears. There has been some banging around in the kitchen for a little while, the noise likely not reaching Micah, due to his headphones. Eventually, however, the smell of spiced cocoa drifts in, followed by a sweater wrapped young man. Ash's baggy jeans sweep the floor, hanging loosely over a pair of sneakers. His sweater is off white and oversized as well out of comfort. He pauses when he sees Micah and speaks, "Oh, sorry, didn't see you here. Did you want to be alone?" He eyes his headphones and wanders in further, settling quietly into a seat near the window, not necessarily waiting on a reply. Micah doesn't notice Ash so much as the cocoa. Eyes down on his knitting and ears shut off to the sounds in the room, it's the chocolate scent that alerts him to a change in the surroundings. He shifts the knitting over into one hand in order to pluck the earbuds out of his ears. It isn't quick enough to catch the beginning of Ash's speaking, but he /does/ get the whole question part. "Oh, no. If I needed solitude I could've found a spot t'hole up back at my place. How's things?" "It's cold," Ash mentions quietly, hands wrapping around his slightly oversized mug. "But I got tired of sitting at home. I've done some shoveling, helping out with plowing lately, but it's been slow for work. How are you doing?" He takes a sip then looks up again, "Oh, would you like some cocoa? I made a whole pot. It's staying warm in the kitchen. Should probably send out a message about that, but I figured I'd rest a bit first." "Yeah, I can understand that. Good t'have a little change of scenery from time t'time." Micah nods to the thermos on the table beside him. "Mmn, thanks. I'd usually be on that in a heartbeat, but I've still got this whole thing'a tea. Somehow I get the feelin' that folks'll show even b'fore y'send anythin' out. S'a sixth sense 'bout when foodstuffs're on 'round here." His shoulders rise and fall once before his hands resume the work of looping yarn, yellow now. "Okay. Kinda back t'the usual swing'a things again." "They do." Ash smiles warmly as he tucks one leg under himself, leaning back into the chair. "You'd think each and every person within the Commons walls had heightened senses of some type. I'm pretty sure that there's an innate organ within me that leads me to free food when it is available." He takes a sip and glances over at Micah, more specifically at the blanket. "So what are you making? I've always found it a little mesmerizing that a single piece of string can be knotted up so that an entire article of clothing is produced.” "Hm. Enough of 'em /do/," Micah points out with a hint of a smirk. He shakes the knitting out a little to hold up a square of mostly black with a roundish mostly yellow portion forming close to the middle. The design might not be obvious if it weren't echoing the hoodie directly behind it. "Usually y'gotta use more'n just /one/ bit of yarn, though. This ain't nothin' so fancy. S'just a blanket for Eri. Had a whole set of 'em planned when I thought there'd be time t'make 'em 'fore they got here. Now just...makin' 'em /bigger/. Passin' 'em off t'Dusk." His teeth catch at the inside of his cheek, gnawing at it. "Okay, okay, but it kind of becomes a single string, you know? You just have to use multiple lumps to make something big," Ash totally gets it, really. He smiles as he sets his mug to one side as he shifts again. "Sometimes I think about learning, because you know, it's neat. I don't know if I could though, I don't always sit still all that well. If you could walk and knit, that would be something, but I fear that brings about concern - as, well, you'd be using pointy sticks aimed upward and not necessarily paying attention." "Mmn, yeah, manner'a thinkin'." The wooden needles slide or clack a little now and then as they move steadily along. "Don't gotta just sit at it. Well, at /first/ y'do 'cause y'gotta pay attention to it more. As y'get used to it, not so much. 'less it's a real complicated pattern. Y'can chat at folks or watch a movie or whatever. An' your hands is busy movin'. Walkin'...yeah, less of a good plan. S'a recipe for trippin' an' spillin' an' tanglin' yarn." Micah's head tips to the side a little. "Also, potential impalin' issue, true." "Bah. I barely make it through a movie without needing to hop up and do something. I don't go to the theaters much because I have to really force myself to sit and watch and not leave before whatever exciting part." Ash gives a shrug and scratches the back of his neck, still shifting in his seat, not really comfortable. "How many blankets are you making?" “Extra restless, I get it.” Micah just nods at this. “I had at least four little ones planned. Already did the two big ones an' this'n's the third little one. Depends on how quick I get through 'em, I guess. Y'always need redundant cloth items with babies. They're pretty much laundry generatin' machines.” "Yeah, I know. I actually raised my younger siblings. They're a mess, it's terrible. Just, didn't know how many you were going to make, yeah?" Ash turns and picks up his cocoa once more. "You still keeping in touch with the little nipper?" He takes a longer drink as the liquid has started to cool enough to allow it. He cradles the drink in his lap. "Haven't seen the kid much myself yet, but I've heard things around, you know." “Sort of. Less'n I'd like. More at first, when they still needed me t'make things an' fit 'em. Like their glasses. Less now. Mostly...if they happen t'be around an' someone lets me know.” Micah chews at his bottom lip. “S'awkward. Pretty sure one of the new parents don't want me around. So. I don't wanna cause too much friction.” "Well, you know how new parents are." Ash shrugs as he gets to his feet, finally done with sitting. He takes another drink of his cocoa before stretches. "It'll probably be fine in the wash. Anyway, I should probably go. Going to get a head start on dinner for the weekend. It's better to let the stuff sit over night, you know? I'm making chili. It always tastes better the next day." “Mmn. Wish it were just that, but you're kind for sayin' as much.” Micah looks up and offers a small nod as Ash heads out. “Anythin' in a tomato sauce. Does well with lettin' the flavours all meld t'gether. Have a good night, hon.” Ash waves as he heads out. "You, too!"