Who:
prayforprey &
nicotine_patchWhat: SHIT WENT DOWWWN okay I don't actually know what's gonna happen;;;;
When: After
this.
Where: Genkaku's run down houselike thing in the slums
Warnings: To be updated!
[ the shackshop is a mess from where the monk had first been riffling with excitement (strewing clothes, rummaging the guts of cabinets to fill his own guts, pattering through scattered pappers), but when all the excitement died and things had gotten too overwhelming, he'd made it even worse, turning table chairs to splinters and dishes into shards (everything looks like slivers he doesn't want) ]
[ he sits coiled in the furthest room in the corner the bed and wall make, his V on a cocked knee, fingers plucking at the strings as he were picking at all the little wounds that bird's beak had made. the veins that coil over bones and knuckles look too fucking delicate. ]
[ with his head thunked back into the wall and his shoulders all slumped and lazy, he looks too mussed and almost relaxed for all that pain he's chewed out over the network ]