[He supposed it was to happen sooner or later. He had been here long enough and it was something he neglected for the several years he had the damned thing. Still, it was a touch embarrassing and it warranted him to find a secluded spot in the park, hoping to be from prying eyes.
Then again, with this... emotion magic, it probably couldn't be helped if someone stumbled upon him. Still, Genesis hoped for the best as he sat and began to methodically run his fingers through the massive black wing, yes only one, don't ask, and slowly but surely there was a growing pile of loose feathers. Yes, he was preening, he's molting. Bird jokes will not be tolerated.
Regardless, as this was happening, the act in itself actually rather soothing despite the winter weather around him, a growing scent of apples filled the air. A steady warmth followed shortly behind. A rather cozy little spot in the outside.]
F-3
[Genesis is still keeping to himself as he makes his way through this world. He is aware there may be some from his world here and for right now, he would rather not turn their heads if he can help it. Genesis is confident he can handle whatever would come in way, but he would rather not draw unwanted eyes, from his world or not, just yet. So, with a pair of reading glasses on his face and not at all dressed with his usual red jacket, Genesis is seated at one of the tables with the beaten photographs. Despite his reputation of is temper, Genesis was quite the patient man. And there is a reason he can stand to read the same book over and over.
His fingers work rather efficiently and quickly as he tries to mend what can be mended, ignoring the few times he swears the subjects in the photos move, and taking a sip of the rather delicious hot chocolate. It's quiet and methodical, something Genesis quite enjoys. The reading glasses aren't something he necessarily needs but having his vision a bit sharper than usual for such a delicate operation was appreciated. There is a reason tailors and seamstresses are known for wearing the same, regardless if they are actually far-sighted or not.]
Mm, if only there were music to help will away the hours.
[Alas, the new AM radios aren't playing much music and his phone has long since died.]
Genesis Rhapsodos | Final Fantasy VII
[He supposed it was to happen sooner or later. He had been here long enough and it was something he neglected for the several years he had the damned thing. Still, it was a touch embarrassing and it warranted him to find a secluded spot in the park, hoping to be from prying eyes.
Then again, with this... emotion magic, it probably couldn't be helped if someone stumbled upon him. Still, Genesis hoped for the best as he sat and began to methodically run his fingers through the massive black wing, yes only one, don't ask, and slowly but surely there was a growing pile of loose feathers. Yes, he was preening, he's molting. Bird jokes will not be tolerated.
Regardless, as this was happening, the act in itself actually rather soothing despite the winter weather around him, a growing scent of apples filled the air. A steady warmth followed shortly behind. A rather cozy little spot in the outside.]
F-3
[Genesis is still keeping to himself as he makes his way through this world. He is aware there may be some from his world here and for right now, he would rather not turn their heads if he can help it. Genesis is confident he can handle whatever would come in way, but he would rather not draw unwanted eyes, from his world or not, just yet. So, with a pair of reading glasses on his face and not at all dressed with his usual red jacket, Genesis is seated at one of the tables with the beaten photographs. Despite his reputation of is temper, Genesis was quite the patient man. And there is a reason he can stand to read the same book over and over.
His fingers work rather efficiently and quickly as he tries to mend what can be mended, ignoring the few times he swears the subjects in the photos move, and taking a sip of the rather delicious hot chocolate. It's quiet and methodical, something Genesis quite enjoys. The reading glasses aren't something he necessarily needs but having his vision a bit sharper than usual for such a delicate operation was appreciated. There is a reason tailors and seamstresses are known for wearing the same, regardless if they are actually far-sighted or not.]
Mm, if only there were music to help will away the hours.
[Alas, the new AM radios aren't playing much music and his phone has long since died.]
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