[He moves slowly as he reaches Rohan's door, able to hear the sound of his skin peeling off his arms even before he gets to it. He tries not to hesitate in a way that will just make actually entering worse, but he can't help it. He doesn't feel safe, being closed up in a room with him. And he hates that he's thinking that way, now.
Karamatsu takes a breath and finally pushes the door in, letting it open a good deal before he actually walks in. As expected, he's definitely asymmetrical, now. Wings useless, one right arm gripping his midriff while the others hang at his sides. He's wearing one of the jackets he made, except the sleeve on the left hangs limp and empty.
Despite all of this, though, he tries to force a smile when he's in eyesight.]
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Karamatsu takes a breath and finally pushes the door in, letting it open a good deal before he actually walks in. As expected, he's definitely asymmetrical, now. Wings useless, one right arm gripping his midriff while the others hang at his sides. He's wearing one of the jackets he made, except the sleeve on the left hangs limp and empty.
Despite all of this, though, he tries to force a smile when he's in eyesight.]
More...more material for new outfits...right?