for Scotty

[priorlives]

It didn't take long for Prior to finish sewing the pillow, but it had still been a somewhat intricate process, as it wasn't just two panels of material, but rather, a patchwork. It consisted of a number of different fabrics, some the same purple as the drapes in Scotty's hut, and the rest darker complements - navy, maroon, gray. Deep colors,

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[scottysous]

Scotty is cleaning because apparently living on an island without good insulation means there's a lot more dust that settles in the house. Go figure. He has some flowers laying on the table though, and on his mental to-do list is getting himself a vase. When he hears the knock at his door, there's a quick flutter of anticipation -- maybe it's Alcuin? He feels like a teenager for feeling that way though so he brushes it aside and goes to answer the door.

"Prior!" he greets with a smile, stepping back and opening the door wider. The outfit isn't lost on him, and he flicks his eyes over Prior. "You look nice. What's the occasion?"

[priorlives]

On the one hand, it does feel good to have someone tell him he looks nice. On the other, he kind of feels like a tool for having been caught dressing up.

"Oh, just more of Maureen's master plan to get me to rejoin the human race," he said breezily with a wave of his hand. "I hope you don't mind me stopping by... I brought you a housewarming gift." He held out the pillow.

[scottysous]

"Of course not! Come in, come in." He steps back and opens his door wider as he reaches out to talk the pillow. "Can I offer you some fruit?" He steps away from the door, wandering toward the kitchen as he starts to look over the pillow. He can tell a lot of work went into it and he's really, truly, touched.

[priorlives]

Prior walked inside and said, "Fruit? Sure... thanks. These days I'm really fond of anything that's not liver." Ugh. Some days he thought if he had to choke down more of the stuff he'd stab someone.