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[there_is_a_me]

This is Spoon. Spoon is...doing. He's definitely doing. Currently what he's doing is polishing his armor.

For the fifth time.

Today.

But he's not pacing. (Anymore.) Or snarling at people. Or chasing demon bunnies just to see them run.

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[saebelrassler]

A dark blue shape with two yellow lights in it appears in the reflections on Spoon's armor. "Careful, mein freund. You'll rub a hole right through it at this pace."

[there_is_a_me]

The colors are rather muddy, seeing as the armor is black. Black like a Xenomorph's skin.

Spoon has the ugliest fucking armor ever known to man. "Doubt it." he says, "Kainde amedha is hard to mess up."

[saebelrassler]

Then perhaps only his eyes show up. Kurt's fur has the tendency to absorb light.

"Well you're going at it with enough dedication that there may be a first time for everything. Preparing for something that isn't coming soon enough?"

[there_is_a_me]

"Can't leave yet. I don't do well trapped. Caged. I don't like cages." Spoon says, and while he's not hysterical he's...not doing well. "It's not good for me brain."