The Story of Gothic Lady Who Met a Grave Keeper in Another World - Chapter 17
“Wow! Clothes!”
It took less than an hour for Mr Thorden to return from his grumpy breakdown after telling me to stay here.
She packed an old crate full of Mr Thorden’s old clothes that she had searched so hard for.
No, it’s a bit like that , isn’t it?
A woman in her twenties rummaging through a warehouse in search of her roommate’s (and a younger man’s) used clothes, that’s pretty bad, isn’t it?
She can’t complain even if I was pulled away, but Mr Thorden’s kindness in offering his used clothes without saying a word is endless, isn’t it?
He is telling her in a way, ‘Ugh, anyway, you can make patterns with this… You can also get buttons from this…’
“I’m so happy……!”
I thanked him with tears in my eyes, but for some reason, Mr Thorden seemed somewhat troubled.
I immediately laid out the set of sewing tools and old clothes that Mr Sciuto had brought with him and twisted my head a little to see what I could make.
Mr Thorden is standing by and watching me closely.
“Hmm?”
“Um, Thorden?”
“Hm?”
“Why are you watching over me there?”
“…—“
I can’t get through, can I? I know, right? We both can’t understand each other. Yes, yes.
Well, just because Mr Thorden is standing by my side, doesn’t mean that there is any problem.
Maybe it’s that.
He’s watching me to make sure I don’t go off the rails again, that’s all.
It’s true that if I get carried away with my sewing, I might start thinking, ‘I wonder if I can find more materials like that,’ and I might end up wandering around the cemetery.
That would be a big nuisance for Mr Thorden.
I had to show Mr Thoden that I was being quiet.
I immediately started disassembling the old clothes that Mr Thorden had given me.
“I want a measuring tape. And I wonder if there are Mannequin Torses and foot-pedal sewing machines in this world. There are no zippers or Velcro tape, so buttons, hooks, and strings are the basics,wait? I wonder if I can at least find a Velcro tape. Oh, no, is there any plastic? Hmm.”
As I dismantle the old clothes, I write down the things that come to mind on a piece of paper.
I’ll give this to Mr Sciuto.
I don’t know how many sewing tools exist in this world, to begin with, and from what I hear, Mr Thorden lives in a very small world, so I’m sure he has very little idea.
I glanced at Mr Thorden.
But he’s already staring at me.
What? What? Isn’t he looking at me too much? Isn’t that suspicious?
What’s more, what’s with that expecting stare?
What are you expecting?
I continue to dismantle the clothes, feeling uncomfortable.
I feel so uneasy.
Stop it, it takes a lot of concentration to make a pattern.
”No, maybe I should just give up on this one…”
I’m not sure if I can find a pattern if I ask Mr Sciuto for one, but wouldn’t it be more fun to remake these old clothes into some kind of item?
They were very worn out, but if I combined them with other clothes, I could make something.
I thought to myself, ‘It might make a nice little remake bag.’
You would boldly cut the trouser sleeves to make a trouser tube of fabric, right?
Then you sew the thicker fabric together to make the bottom of the bag, right?
You would then sew a thin piece of the cut bottom part to make a handle.
Oh, I can do that!
I scribbled a design on a piece of paper and immediately began to make the bag.
Mr Thorden finally pulled up a chair and began to observe my work in earnest. Perhaps it is pure fun to see something being made right in front of your eyes.
”Would you like to help me…?”
I held out a needle and thread to Mr Thorden.
He nodded his head curiously, so I showed him how to sew a shoulder strap.
I cut the hem, folded it, and sewed it straight. That’s it.
See? It’s easy, isn’t it?
“Well…”
Perhaps he understood my intention, then Mr Thorden took the needle and thread I held out with his bean-strewn, martial hand.
Meanwhile, I begin to make the bottom of the bag.
It’s fun. Sewing is fun after all!
I hummed to myself.
Mr. Thorden is surprisingly graceful despite his appearance.
Or rather, her hands were clearly experienced in some kind of sewing.
I want to ask him.
Why are you so good at it? I want to ask.
But I can’t ask such a detailed question in a drawing message game.
For people in this world, this level of sewing may be considered a normal part of their lives.
That’s true. It’s not like there are fast-fashion stores everywhere, so everyone should make some things by themselves.
While I finished making the bottom of the bag, Mr Thorden finished making the shoulder straps.
All that was left was to combine these parts nicely.
“Ta-da! The pants and jacket remake bag is complete!”
I held the bag up high in the air and showed it to Mr Thorden.
And then.
“Yes, a gift.”
I pressed it to Mr Thorden’s chest.
I made it out of his old clothes, he donated his old clothes to me, and now I don’t have any money, so I should at least give him the product.
I think it turned out to be a stylish bag of modern art, which is not that bad looking.
Let’s not think at this point about how weird it looks by this world’s standards.
Mr Thorden just looked at me blankly with the bag in his hands.
He even looks at the bag in one way and tries to give it back to me again.
I push the bag to Mr Thorden again,
“A gift.”
I repeated.
Still not quite getting the message, I point to the old clothes Mr Thorden gave me, then to me, and then to the ‘Gift’.
Then I pointed to the bag I had made and Mr. Thoden, in turn, said “Gift.”
And apparently, I got through.
I was surprised because Mr Thorden turned pale, dropped the bag, got up, and ran out of the house without saying a word.
I said, “… When will that boy get over his emotional capacity…?”
Until the other day, I might have fretted, wondering if I had offended him, but now, with the help of Mr Sciuto, I am beginning to understand Mr Thorden’s character to some extent.
Let me tell you, he does not know what to do, he does not know what to do.
When he is happy or having fun, he feels as if he has been exposed to a fear that he cannot cope with.
So he runs away.
I wondered what kind of game-world evil spirits he could repel by being happy, but then I also thought that it might not be unreasonable, considering his background.
But, well, I see.
If he is so happy that he runs away, then I am glad I made it.
After all, this is how progress should be made! I had more fun making dresses for my friend’s niece’s dolls than I did making my clothes!
My niece at that time was also screaming and rolling around with joy.
She was completely crying with joy.
If you think that that level of childish mentality – or even a younger heart – is contained in that huge man, then the devilish move of dropping the bag I had given him and running out of the house is also cute. The move is cute, too.
“Well, …… if I leave it at Mr Thorden’s house tomorrow, well, he’ll use it eventually, won’t he ……?”
I picked up the fallen remake bag, dusted it off, and set to work on my next deliverable.
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