[And it's better if she buries it completely. It's no one's issue but her own. Maketh prefers her personal failings to stay out of sight. She taps her nails against the rim of the mug.]
[Whistler huffs a small chuckle. Bish could be called clever. Or just one of luck's favorites. But irregardless he had a good knack for things like that. Getting things done under the radar.]
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[She gives him a faint smile.]
How do you like your coffee?
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With sugar if there is any, but if not then just as it is is fine.
[He then shuts the door behind them]
How have you been, Maketh?
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[Cream as well, though he didn't ask. Maketh begins preparing the mugs. She brought enough for herself as well.]
Circumstances have been better.
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[And it's better if she buries it completely. It's no one's issue but her own. Maketh prefers her personal failings to stay out of sight. She taps her nails against the rim of the mug.]
Here. I added sugar.
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[He takes it in both hands, enjoying the warmth against his palms]
Shall we continue our earlier discussion then? Since it seems like you aren't all too eager to chit chat.
[Whistler says it in his usual, easygoing manner, shuffling in the direction of the couch]
Please, make yourself at home [He adds as an after thought]
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[Maketh takes a seat, sipping her coffee.]
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I was just thinking I might have more skills that can help you than just the knack for building stuff, you know?
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That was part of why Bish, you could call him my boss, approached a blind man in the first place.
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Your boss was a clever man, then.
[No one would anticipate a man like Whistler having the talents he does.]
I would find such talents -- very useful, here.
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I was hoping you'd say that.