[Cid is not used to living somewhere with wind. He has utilized no paperweights, and they do indeed shuffle about. He chuckles. It’s fine. There was no great masterwork in his pages. ]
[It is a near-perfect partial handprint- burst capillaries in the shape of three fingers along his cheekbone. It looks like a red squiggle at a distance. His beard is a little grown out, of course. His hair has been put back up. On that point he seems fairly particular. It’s what he could do in the time it took her to get here. Even against the smoke of his cigarette, he wears yesterdays sweat like cologne.]
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[Cid is not used to living somewhere with wind. He has utilized no paperweights, and they do indeed shuffle about. He chuckles. It’s fine. There was no great masterwork in his pages. ]
[It is a near-perfect partial handprint- burst capillaries in the shape of three fingers along his cheekbone. It looks like a red squiggle at a distance. His beard is a little grown out, of course. His hair has been put back up. On that point he seems fairly particular. It’s what he could do in the time it took her to get here. Even against the smoke of his cigarette, he wears yesterdays sweat like cologne.]
Don’t you worry.