Craftsman

As he approached the wooden cabin, he saw a young man in a wheelchair.

He's so young... he thought.

With a look of pity in his eyes, he stared at the young man in a wheelchair grieving the loss of his legs at a tender age.

"What are you doing? Why are you staring at me like the twins from the shining." The young man said in an impatient tone.

"Oh well, it's just..." Royger replied with hesitation wanting not to offend the young man.

"Ah~~ if you have nothing else better to do, could you get the hammer I left at the yard?"

'Yes, of course!' Royger exclaimed with enthusiasm.

"Where was I..." said the young man in the wheelchair as he continued tinkering on the porch.

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As Royger entered the shed, he was overwhelmed at where to even begin searching. Everything was so pristinely organized that he worried rushing would ruin the systematically placed tools.

"What's taking so LONG?" a man's voice could be heard from behind

The craftsmaster and I are the only two people who are at the cabin...! Royger thought, startled

As he turned around, he saw the craftsman out of the wheelchair, standing with his own two feet.

"What?! Wasn't he lame? Why else would he be in a wheelchair?!" he thought, in shock and disbelief as if betrayed and lied to

"What are you staring at AGAIN?? Gives me the creeps!" said the craftsman as he grabbed the tool he needed and went back to work

Royger followed

"I thought you were lame!"

'Nope'

"Then why were you in a wheelchair?!"

'Well..., it's quicker moving around the workshop while in a wheelchair than to stand up from a chair everytime I need to grab something around the shop'

"Oh I see, that makes sense... I guess"  Royger thought to himself, ever the considerate man

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The question brought back an old memory for the craftsman...

A young rambunctious child as he was, he was gifted in craftsmanship and was trained early by his predecessor.

Sitting on a chair as he was tinkering on one table, he needed to grab a tool about 3 feet away. But his arms were too short.

Being the clever child he was, he put both hands on the sides of his seat while pushing his feet against the floor, dragging the chair.

Screech

"Matteo, what did I tell you about dragging your chair!" said sternly an eldery gentleman

Shocked, matteo jolted. Then looked down at his swinging feet with a pout.

"Don't drag it or I'll drag the living dayligh--"

*Ehem* the craftsman cleared his throat as he covered his mouth with a clenched fist

Matteo smirked as his eyes looked up ahead at the old man, whilst his head still angled toward the ground.

"Just kidding Gramps! I know it ruins the floor, and concentration!"

"That's right, small things like that become a habit and can ruin your body as well.--"

"Okay, okay..." the child said wanting the old man's rambling to end

"Cheeky boy" the old man sighed. He sighed this so often in fact that it was practically a catchphrase.

To be continued...