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[If you're using binoculars for perverted reasons, or you have really good eyes, then you might notice a blonde figure in black sitting on the sturdiest and highest branch of the tallest tree-- about a good meter from the top, surprisingly. Reever is just leaning against the trunk, swinging his legs back and forth. Sighing, he stands up and lets himself fall back...
Only to land on the branch below, rather gracefully and steadily despite the swaying wood. Reever climbs back up and will repeat the action a few times, alternating from landing on the branch underneath or more than two branches below. He gets tired of it eventually though, and goes back to sitting on the original branch.]
[ooc: He's had a very informative week so its left him rather down. So this is his little comfort, except he's looking down at the ashened section of the garden, courtesy of
hammer_echo . His left wrist is heavily wrapped underneath his sweater, and there's a scent of the finest red wine on his sleeve.]