Sir Thomas Sharpe

The shop had survived the Purge night in one piece, more or less, but Thomas felt shattered through and through.

At the moment he was bringing stock out of the back, putting things on display once more. Before the Purge, he and Steve had cleared the entire front of the store, removing anything valuable, so that if anyone did manage to break in, there wouldn't be too much to damage that couldn't be fixed.

He moved slowly, though. He had hoped work would help to get his mind off of things, but he couldn't focus. He wore all black, which was unusual since he'd started living here. Every part of him felt heavy. He couldn't believe that she was dead. After everything they had been through, everything she had survived. How could it have ended like this?

What was he going to do?

Thomas was drawn out of his thoughts by the sound of the little bell over the front door of the shop.

"Sorry, we aren't properly open-- Oh, Daine. Please, come in."

Thomas was quite pleased to get a text from Daine asking if he was free, or at ihs workshop. He answered her: yes to both.

Come through the alley at the back of the building. The shop is closed but I'll let you in through the workshop if you'd like to visit.

He'd be happy for the company.

At the moment he was restocking after the lunar new year; he'd spent all his time making little rooster mementos and hadn't bothered to make anything else. Steve had warned him that they were selling out on things, and that one or two people had been by to request commissions. He had a board with all the commission receipts and descriptions and sketches for the commissioned pieces. The long work benches were well organized and at the moment it seemed that he had a little assembly line going for some of the smaller pieces he sold. It helped to set things up that way when he had Steve helping him.

When he heard a knock at the door he wiped his hands off, as best he could, and went to open it for Daine.