[Krieg's been on the other end of the scale ever since they got out of the basement--one could call it "lounge mode" while he tries to take it easy. Not to say that he isn't participating with his part of the work as per usual, but his excited states have been muted when existent in the first place.
He joins Greg after cooking up something to eat; he slides a plate of grilled lemon-garlic chicken on the table near Greg, then sits down at another end of the table with his own plate. Instead of getting immediately back to work, he goes through the drawings that were done in the time that he was in the kitchen. Geometric eyes and...and fantastical women. Huh. So he hasn't been the only one...
Krieg hasn't been inclined to dwell on the idle thoughts that have been eating at him in the last few days. For some reason, he felt like he shouldn't, but Greg--predictably--has been capturing what comes to him and rendering it into their craft. Putting aside Greg's sketches, he takes up a free, unused paper and a blue pen, and after some hesitation, starts doodling a set of whirling, round shapes as he eats.]
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He joins Greg after cooking up something to eat; he slides a plate of grilled lemon-garlic chicken on the table near Greg, then sits down at another end of the table with his own plate. Instead of getting immediately back to work, he goes through the drawings that were done in the time that he was in the kitchen. Geometric eyes and...and fantastical women. Huh. So he hasn't been the only one...
Krieg hasn't been inclined to dwell on the idle thoughts that have been eating at him in the last few days. For some reason, he felt like he shouldn't, but Greg--predictably--has been capturing what comes to him and rendering it into their craft. Putting aside Greg's sketches, he takes up a free, unused paper and a blue pen, and after some hesitation, starts doodling a set of whirling, round shapes as he eats.]