[ despite the fact that none of them are going to be particularly good company, chang geng doesn't seem to mind the presence of others at the moment. he's stable, even if he can feel the constant itch itch itch of claws reaching across the back of his mind, practically scraping across his skull, too much color and too much sensation and too much emotion.
but he focuses on his task. which appears to be a recurve bow, along with arrows.
he's quiet, coexisting with vax and percy, but there does come a moment where he has to pause in his work to massage his eyes. like he's pushing something back. ]
w7; friday
but he focuses on his task. which appears to be a recurve bow, along with arrows.
he's quiet, coexisting with vax and percy, but there does come a moment where he has to pause in his work to massage his eyes. like he's pushing something back. ]