[ It's fuck o'clock in the morning. Three, maybe four. He's cooped up in the area that serves as the kitchen, sitting cross-legged on one of the chairs, writing almost obsessively, a pile of notes and books on the table next to him. ]
[ It's not exactly unusual. He does shit like this. Plus, he's been extra fired up since he figured out he can still play with that stupid fake hand, eager to catch up on that lost week. But this seems a little... intense even for him. Eyes burning, his pencil practically flies over paper, notes and words and scribbled out parts mixed into one. ]
[ His hand's still covered by a glove, though the rest of his usual dress had been exchanged for a hoodie and slacks for the night. His hair's pulled up into a messy bun, and he's muttering and humming quietly to himself, as if testing out whatever it is that he's writing. ]
-- B
[ He's in much better spirits than he was ten days ago. In fact, he's been playing in the lounge since afternoon, and hasn't broken anything yet - fingers and bow flying over the strings as if nothing had happened. He looks pretty focused, but he just might still wave you over once he spots you. ]
Got a request?
-- C
[ Just sneaking through the HQ for no apparent idea. Look, a guy has to take a piss or go buy a beer in the middle of the night sometimes. Are you doing something you shouldn't be, though? ]
Superbia Squalo // Duty // PRIDE
[ It's fuck o'clock in the morning. Three, maybe four. He's cooped up in the area that serves as the kitchen, sitting cross-legged on one of the chairs, writing almost obsessively, a pile of notes and books on the table next to him. ]
[ It's not exactly unusual. He does shit like this. Plus, he's been extra fired up since he figured out he can still play with that stupid fake hand, eager to catch up on that lost week. But this seems a little... intense even for him. Eyes burning, his pencil practically flies over paper, notes and words and scribbled out parts mixed into one. ]
[ His hand's still covered by a glove, though the rest of his usual dress had been exchanged for a hoodie and slacks for the night. His hair's pulled up into a messy bun, and he's muttering and humming quietly to himself, as if testing out whatever it is that he's writing. ]
-- B
[ He's in much better spirits than he was ten days ago. In fact, he's been playing in the lounge since afternoon, and hasn't broken anything yet - fingers and bow flying over the strings as if nothing had happened. He looks pretty focused, but he just might still wave you over once he spots you. ]
Got a request?
-- C
[ Just sneaking through the HQ for no apparent idea. Look, a guy has to take a piss or go buy a beer in the middle of the night sometimes. Are you doing something you shouldn't be, though? ]