Hey...” Joonki frowned from the couch. There was a pair of hot pants in his lap and a needle in his hand. It’s been a good six months or so since the storage rooms have been gone through and rips and wears have been taken stock off. It’s as good as evening as any to spend stitching things up and it’s not as tedious as it could be because he’s got company-- company he hadn’t even had to raise his voice to get to help him. “Hey... will you do me a favor and not laugh at me, but...”
It’s been how long since he’s actually the one who’s done the little stitches and he’s out of practice. That’s the only answer, because Joonki spent a year and a half buried under polyester and sequins doing just this when he first was hired. He was pretty damn good at it in his opinion. Was being the key word. “I can’t thread this needle... I think my fingers got too chubby.”
Frown still in place, he looks at his hands, holding one out in front of him before heaving a sigh. “Will you help?” @mkyejinnie
