|נεғғεяsση (haberdashery) wrote in theconsolelog,|
@ 2018-06-04 16:39:00
Jefferson was counting the days and while it wasn't the smartest choice of action, someone had to keep track of things around here. And three weeks in, Emma not having a lock on her door was at the top of the reasons he was certain she and Hook were going to get them all killed before they got 'home'. If that were even an option. Hook wanted a ship for ship's sake, and this woman was sleeping with an open door....and he was the one raised in the Forrest.
He used the hat to jump into Cerulean City, though it was not in front of the shop he'd wanted. It was in front of the damned Pokemon Healing Center....close enough. The town was easy enough to navigate. Trying to buy a lock was harder than he'd imagined, so he merely bought the tools to put one together. Apparently the whole place was just as lackadaisical. Who wouldn't be when the focus was tiny little creatures that only knew how to say their names...
"Swan," The Hatter knocked on her door before entering and then doing so, closing the door behind him, shaking his head. Not even a lock on the knob. What kind of 'modern' society...nevermind. A waste of time. He set his hat on the hook by the entrance and moved to the nearest open room with a table to unload his satchel full of supplies. Notes, books, and now some tools to configure a lock for her door. He didn't bother waiting for her to find him before he started tinkering with the slider for her lock, assembling the screws with a tiny screwdriver he'd acquired. It's a good thing the people in Aboda Village didn't know how to sew very well. They'd all but given him all their coins for spending half a day fixing their clothing.