Whitehart
Inactive Member
((This is mostly just a downtime thread. Nan's Workshop is always open for anyone to stop by. Just no adult themes please))
Nan's room is as it always has been, a cross between a meticulously kept with areas of complete chaos. One would even say this describes Nan perfectly.
On a normal day the soft soothing sounds of techno K-pop can be heard permeating the surroundings. Inside, Mother floats to and fro constantly picking up and tidying little things here and there with a very motherly cluck or take randomly placed for full immersion. And there is Nan, floating stomach down, legs kicked up at the knee as if he were lying on a bed talking on the phone with his BFF. He is tinkering with some new kind of this or that, who really knows right?
Nan's room is as it always has been, a cross between a meticulously kept with areas of complete chaos. One would even say this describes Nan perfectly.
On a normal day the soft soothing sounds of techno K-pop can be heard permeating the surroundings. Inside, Mother floats to and fro constantly picking up and tidying little things here and there with a very motherly cluck or take randomly placed for full immersion. And there is Nan, floating stomach down, legs kicked up at the knee as if he were lying on a bed talking on the phone with his BFF. He is tinkering with some new kind of this or that, who really knows right?