It only seems a shame until you live with people being lovey under your roof. It's one of many reasons I won't share a wall with Jesper and Wylan's room. The endless terms of endearment seem like they'd get grating over time and not just for bystanders. [It's not that he doesn't believe love exists, but it seems like mostly a confusing mess that, while perhaps at times worthwhile to risk, far from a fairytale.]
No, apparently they think I drink too much coffee as it is. [One of the downsides of knowing someone who can keep a check on his heart rate and blood pressure. He get lectures on how often he's close to giving himself a heart attack.]
Indeed. Though starting off with the same items they did makes it easier, otherwise you have to age the paper and ink or use other tricks to mimic different applications. The first step is figuring out which hand they used and the position of it. How much pressure did they apply and where did they break and lift the pen or pencil off the paper. [He shows her one of the pages of correspondence he's working on, a letter to overseas investors regarding some farm holdings.] The smudges there and there indicate a new or ball ink type pen used by a lefty. I empathize with the latter. If you're not ambidextrous or left-handed that's fine, you just need to learn to curl your right hand to mimic it.
[Kaz has taught himself since he was fourteen to also write and greatly rely on his right hand, both out of necessity for lockpicking, forging, sleights of hand, and in battle, but also because that's when he broke his leg. With his cane in his left to lean on, he needed to catch and do other things with his right. So much of his youth had been survival based, while fitting in small pockets of time to learn things going forward like finance. Some learning had been quick, others naturally taking years to master, nobody could quickly pick everything up no matter how determined. He always thought it was most telling when something did take a long time, for not many people stuck with things then.]
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[It's not that he doesn't believe love exists, but it seems like mostly a confusing mess that, while perhaps at times worthwhile to risk, far from a fairytale.]
No, apparently they think I drink too much coffee as it is. [One of the downsides of knowing someone who can keep a check on his heart rate and blood pressure. He get lectures on how often he's close to giving himself a heart attack.]
Indeed. Though starting off with the same items they did makes it easier, otherwise you have to age the paper and ink or use other tricks to mimic different applications. The first step is figuring out which hand they used and the position of it. How much pressure did they apply and where did they break and lift the pen or pencil off the paper. [He shows her one of the pages of correspondence he's working on, a letter to overseas investors regarding some farm holdings.] The smudges there and there indicate a new or ball ink type pen used by a lefty. I empathize with the latter. If you're not ambidextrous or left-handed that's fine, you just need to learn to curl your right hand to mimic it.
[Kaz has taught himself since he was fourteen to also write and greatly rely on his right hand, both out of necessity for lockpicking, forging, sleights of hand, and in battle, but also because that's when he broke his leg. With his cane in his left to lean on, he needed to catch and do other things with his right. So much of his youth had been survival based, while fitting in small pockets of time to learn things going forward like finance. Some learning had been quick, others naturally taking years to master, nobody could quickly pick everything up no matter how determined. He always thought it was most telling when something did take a long time, for not many people stuck with things then.]