Origami? Now, which one of Earth's crafts was that again?
Kibitoshin had to think hard on it as he was escorted to the Arts and Crafts room. Was it the one that involved knitting needles? ... no, no, that was stupid. The Head Doctor had mentioned paper that morning, and anyway, there was no way they'd ever let any of the patients near something so potentially deadly as knitting needles, right? Anyway, that probably meant it was the paper folding one, which... wasn't good news. At all. He was all fingers and thumbs when it came to that sort of thing- whatever he made would probably just end up looking like a scrunched up paper ball.
That decided, he settled himself down at one of the empty tables and looked around for whatever else they had lying around. There was lots of paper lying around, of course, along with nearly dried-up glue and glitter and some string, but none of it really seemed to go. What the heck was he supposed to do with all of it, anyway, except make a big mess? Well, whatever. In truth, he just wanted something to do with his hands so he could work off the nervous energy in them, something to sidetrack him. Nightshift was just around the corner, and he could feel every second falling around him like lead weights. Any distraction was welcome.
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Origami? Now, which one of Earth's crafts was that again?
Kibitoshin had to think hard on it as he was escorted to the Arts and Crafts room. Was it the one that involved knitting needles? ... no, no, that was stupid. The Head Doctor had mentioned paper that morning, and anyway, there was no way they'd ever let any of the patients near something so potentially deadly as knitting needles, right? Anyway, that probably meant it was the paper folding one, which... wasn't good news. At all. He was all fingers and thumbs when it came to that sort of thing- whatever he made would probably just end up looking like a scrunched up paper ball.
That decided, he settled himself down at one of the empty tables and looked around for whatever else they had lying around. There was lots of paper lying around, of course, along with nearly dried-up glue and glitter and some string, but none of it really seemed to go. What the heck was he supposed to do with all of it, anyway, except make a big mess? Well, whatever. In truth, he just wanted something to do with his hands so he could work off the nervous energy in them, something to sidetrack him. Nightshift was just around the corner, and he could feel every second falling around him like lead weights. Any distraction was welcome.