I used to make leather. Had an awful teal leather jacket I loved until my dragon set it on fire.
[He says it while he's working, one hand holding the wound together while he slowly stitches it back together. He doesn't seem to see anything weird or off with what he said, despite looking and sounding like a relatively normal person.
His hands are steady, but it's clear he's not... entirely comfortable with what he's doing. It's in the tightness of his shoulders, the way careful way he's breathing. The last time he did this for someone else was... worse, Shion trying to talk him through a panic while he tried not to notice the blood getting everywhere, over everything. He didn't realize until he settled into the motion that it would trigger him.]
Don't have the equipment for that here, but I can probably patch the jacket.
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[He says it while he's working, one hand holding the wound together while he slowly stitches it back together. He doesn't seem to see anything weird or off with what he said, despite looking and sounding like a relatively normal person.
His hands are steady, but it's clear he's not... entirely comfortable with what he's doing. It's in the tightness of his shoulders, the way careful way he's breathing. The last time he did this for someone else was... worse, Shion trying to talk him through a panic while he tried not to notice the blood getting everywhere, over everything. He didn't realize until he settled into the motion that it would trigger him.]
Don't have the equipment for that here, but I can probably patch the jacket.