[ both cheeks grow pink, and it might suit him—blushing, but it's such a rare, almost non-existent occurrence. he blinks widely, unsure of himself, at the ground, their legs, and his shoulders have absently hitched themselves and made him look his age, or even younger maybe.
finally, still small: ] ... maybe I can ... stitch the head back. I don't know how to stitch, but maybe ... I mean, things can be ressurected, can't they?
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Date: 2012-10-19 07:44 am (UTC)finally, still small: ] ... maybe I can ... stitch the head back. I don't know how to stitch, but maybe ... I mean, things can be ressurected, can't they?