fifth knife edge // video - filtered away from Bubbles

[capuletguarddog]

[Tybalt's looking remarkable relaxed for once. He's made himself a halfway decent seat on a pile of rubble, where he has a good view, and can easily nudge away over-curious sheep. The PCD is propped up next to him, and he's sanding what looks to be a wooden carving of a horse. He holds it up and blows off some sawdust.]

Almost done I think. I don't suppose anyone has found anything resembling paint here? Countless damn sheep and nothing to paint with seems a terrible shame.

[He shrugs and goes back to sanding.]

Then again, can't count on logic here.