[ so he says, but he covers himself with the jacket, tucking his feathers further back into the hood. his nose wrinkles at the thick smell of smoke, but maybe that's for the best when it masks everything else. he keeps his head ducked, eyes skimming the alleys and passersby.
he sneaks a glance at thorns. even without all his usual accessories and with his hair loose around his shoulders, he still sticks out like a sore thumb, like he doesn't know how to make himself smaller. it's a little funny. if elysium were to tell him to tone down on his presence, he'd probably ask him what he's even talking about.
also. thorns is so charitable. while he's relying on the good old barter system, elysium swipes a cap hanging off a person's backpack to place it on thorns' head. you snooze, you lose… ]
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[ so he says, but he covers himself with the jacket, tucking his feathers further back into the hood. his nose wrinkles at the thick smell of smoke, but maybe that's for the best when it masks everything else. he keeps his head ducked, eyes skimming the alleys and passersby.
he sneaks a glance at thorns. even without all his usual accessories and with his hair loose around his shoulders, he still sticks out like a sore thumb, like he doesn't know how to make himself smaller. it's a little funny. if elysium were to tell him to tone down on his presence, he'd probably ask him what he's even talking about.
also. thorns is so charitable. while he's relying on the good old barter system, elysium swipes a cap hanging off a person's backpack to place it on thorns' head. you snooze, you lose… ]
… Just kidding. [ … ] What's next?