That twisted sword-wielding spirit, newly arrived, warrants a glance and a glimpse of his teeth in what appears to be (and isn't) discomfort. Then the more wonderfully bizarre apparition unfurls itself further, and said artist (and stranger) huffs out one breath, like the idea of a laugh, and stops his hand for a moment just to watch it.
"Aren't you awful," he murmurs. That's right, let me look at you...
Charcoal hovers above the tooth of the paper, his arm moves in a little circle of preparation, and—ah. One of the living bodies thinks to approach him, and the coming imposition nudges him out of rhythm. In quick recovery, he dons an extremely polite expression, does his best to pull his peripheral attention back into focus, and again begins to scratch out a new shape on the page.
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That twisted sword-wielding spirit, newly arrived, warrants a glance and a glimpse of his teeth in what appears to be (and isn't) discomfort. Then the more wonderfully bizarre apparition unfurls itself further, and said artist (and stranger) huffs out one breath, like the idea of a laugh, and stops his hand for a moment just to watch it.
"Aren't you awful," he murmurs. That's right, let me look at you...
Charcoal hovers above the tooth of the paper, his arm moves in a little circle of preparation, and—ah. One of the living bodies thinks to approach him, and the coming imposition nudges him out of rhythm. In quick recovery, he dons an extremely polite expression, does his best to pull his peripheral attention back into focus, and again begins to scratch out a new shape on the page.
"Mind your step." There's art on the floor.