#ooc. *gently places this precariously on the mountain of drafts u gotta do*

[maskednihilism]

@xianzhou-craftsman || eheheheheheh not plotted, all schemed by ME!!!

It's quiet in the blacksmith's workshop. Well quiet except for the clanging said blacksmith was doing. And the occasional hiss whenever he placed the hot metal in some oil or whatever else. Sampo's not the blacksmith, so how would he know?

That being said, he was in the workshop too. Quietly watching the man do his work. As expected, Yingxing was in deep concentration. Eyes solely focused on the metal he would soon make into a fine weapon. Small sparks fly with each swing of the hammer. Sweat glistening on the blacksmith's forehead.

It was a tranquil time. In those times… Sampo felt vulnerable. As a Masked Fool, his heart should be closed off to people like him. He's supposed to play playful pranks and get under people's skin. Which he does do, both things really. But sometimes he wondered…

Could he be an earnest man like Yingxing? Crafting something people need? Live a simple, peaceful life without real regrets or despair of searching for the next thrill?

Sampo wondered that as he stared at the other. Emerald hues intently staring at him as he continued his work.