"Well, you won't be alone." he says drearily. "The dimension collapsed, and there wasn't time to grab anything."
His voice remains even only because he's had to explain this particular fuck-up of his a dozen times over. It is a performance well-practiced at this point, though he allows himself a vacant stare at the work bench. It felt worse when he didn't have second part of the speech. The part that made it seem less pointless and completely avoidable.
"Whatever can be made now will have to do."
Miguel really wasn't the type to stumble through things. He was rigid and well-prepared and reliable. Most of the time. Right now, an action to latch on to was exactly what he wanted. So of the bunch, he picks the a vaguely bird-shaped piece of wood in a loose cage of talons and mulls over it. This one will be next.
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His voice remains even only because he's had to explain this particular fuck-up of his a dozen times over. It is a performance well-practiced at this point, though he allows himself a vacant stare at the work bench. It felt worse when he didn't have second part of the speech. The part that made it seem less pointless and completely avoidable.
"Whatever can be made now will have to do."
Miguel really wasn't the type to stumble through things. He was rigid and well-prepared and reliable. Most of the time. Right now, an action to latch on to was exactly what he wanted. So of the bunch, he picks the a vaguely bird-shaped piece of wood in a loose cage of talons and mulls over it. This one will be next.