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[sitting on a bench with his red robes on, no flaming sword in sight or anything of that sort. he's reading a book and there are quaint little glasses balanced on the bridge of his nose, slipping down sporadically as he reads a rather large book.
the flesh wing is spread out in the sunshine while the metal one is folded.
and if one would notice...the quarreling couple walking by him makes up, the waitress in the cafe in front of him doesn't slip and spill the coffee, Heaven, even a random Envy decides that just for two hours maybe he could lay off kicking puppies.]
Hmmm. [scowls at the book and scribbles red into the margin]
the flesh wing is spread out in the sunshine while the metal one is folded.
and if one would notice...the quarreling couple walking by him makes up, the waitress in the cafe in front of him doesn't slip and spill the coffee, Heaven, even a random Envy decides that just for two hours maybe he could lay off kicking puppies.]
Hmmm. [scowls at the book and scribbles red into the margin]