Thomas smiles, hopeful and uncertain all at once. "I decided I wanted to open a shop. I wanted to start making things again and I can't very well do that without the space. There's-- oh."
He laughs, shaking his head at himself as he gets the keys out of his pocket. He opens the front door and holds it for Edith, beckoning her in. He lets the door close behind them.
"There's plenty of space in the front, but what sold it was this."
He goes to the back and opens another door. It seems that there is dedicated workshop space with a heavy, long table pushed to the wall and plenty of light. Thomas's excitement is almost childlike, if not for the planning that had gone into the venture.
"This way I don't have to make an utter mess of my apartment."
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Date: 2016-08-19 01:18 pm (UTC)He laughs, shaking his head at himself as he gets the keys out of his pocket. He opens the front door and holds it for Edith, beckoning her in. He lets the door close behind them.
"There's plenty of space in the front, but what sold it was this."
He goes to the back and opens another door. It seems that there is dedicated workshop space with a heavy, long table pushed to the wall and plenty of light. Thomas's excitement is almost childlike, if not for the planning that had gone into the venture.
"This way I don't have to make an utter mess of my apartment."