@flyhighLCV ( @corpuscavum )
Hau is surprisingly methodical. He points out a handful of flaws while sorting and dusting. He doesn’t look concentrated, per se. Moreso bored? His eyes glaze over as he hums silently. Smile folding away at the edges.
Hau sets his bag down. He cracks his knuckles, dons his gloves, and starts prying photos down. He sits on the nearest flat surface, trying to lay them out.
@corpuscavum Hau leans over to reach into his bag, rummaging. Pulling out a set of foreign gear, starting to go through the already - made piles. He sticks his tongue out, concentrating.
[ FROM: Anon ]
Hau was going to take it even if it was clearly used and owned. Yoink!
The first thing he does? Slam his heel on the end. What? He’s seen people do it in movies!
… he’s never seen the slipping and falling though.
…
Wait- he’s giving a thumbs up. He’s good!
@flyhighLCV “Sort ‘em by groups pretty please! Find as many faces as possible, and match ‘em. Hopefully we’ll find people who know eachother who know Mr. Bond!”
@TinyTailHero Hau originally started chanting to catch her attention. Intending to say something.
He has now forgotten what that is.
“Dess! Dess! Dess! Dess! Dess! Dess! Dess! D
They must have never been important. Why else would he have forgot?
…
Regardless, he polishes the apple with his company - mandated button up. Admiring the sheen for a moment.
Before he loses his train of thought.
Spotting someone else, and running to greet them.
[ FROM: 🍏 ]
Hau’s hands run over the green skin. It feels like plastic, the coating killing any chance of eating it.
…
Upon further inspection, the shade is familiar.
He’s seen it in eyes.
It brings to mind blonde hair.
Children laughing as they take his hands.
There are some days where those memories try to fight to the front.
But they’ve never done him any good- how could they?
They’re just thoughts.
Things at the back of his head.
Unimportant to the Flow.
Unimportant to Him.