[he makes an absent sound, face scrunching up without thought as he tries pressing the whole thing down so everything's as creased as he can get. when he bends the wings and gets it in what he's sure is good order, he turns it...and pulls another face.
this one's got a gimp wing. oops. he disowns that one quickly, leaving it on the table and bringing his hands to the back of his neck, sucking in a long breath.]
I should get better after a while, I think... [more like i hope.]
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this one's got a gimp wing. oops. he disowns that one quickly, leaving it on the table and bringing his hands to the back of his neck, sucking in a long breath.]
I should get better after a while, I think... [more like i hope.]