He lets the leaves rest in his hand, as he shifts them to overlap, the way he's manipulating them - almost overly fussy, trying to get them just right seems surprising given his general attitude towards other areas in his life.
"So... a cone shape." He repeats in a soft murmur.
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Date: 2025-05-21 01:38 am (UTC)"So... a cone shape." He repeats in a soft murmur.