[A legend... he considers this, but it doesn't feel right; and though he doesn't let it show, that irritates him. He dislikes having to rely so much on feelings, and for the length of his life in Edensphere, he has been forced to do it left and right.
Watching her copy down the characters, his eyes follow the movement of her hand closely, trying to form a picture in his mind. The task does not seem as though it should be difficult, but he only becomes confused, and the marks on the canvas are still only smeared patches.] Do you by any chance recognize the writing style? [His mind is racing with possibilities to test, to unlock the secret of the words. Read them out loud, code them in numbers, trace them on skin...
Her question causes him to smile sheepishly.] I do not think I'll be very good at it. [He has no idea if that's true, but it's his default answer to such questions.]
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Watching her copy down the characters, his eyes follow the movement of her hand closely, trying to form a picture in his mind. The task does not seem as though it should be difficult, but he only becomes confused, and the marks on the canvas are still only smeared patches.] Do you by any chance recognize the writing style? [His mind is racing with possibilities to test, to unlock the secret of the words. Read them out loud, code them in numbers, trace them on skin...
Her question causes him to smile sheepishly.] I do not think I'll be very good at it. [He has no idea if that's true, but it's his default answer to such questions.]