
empathybydesign
the lures.ᐣ oh i made them all myself.

empathybydesign
@teethmet [ eyes traced his exposed forearms, curiosity flooding his features. it looked to be some very nasty scars. the skin around the claw marks lighter than the rest. his lips pursed slightly before he shifted his gaze away entirely, not wanting to stare of course. ] thank you very much. i learned when i was a kid and i just .. never stopped. although they improved obviously i learned what lure to use when i was looking to catch a specific fish. i know this might be uh — personal but what happened .ᐣ [ he gestured slightly to scarred skin. ]
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mangybone
@empathybydesign ♱ ⁕ he whistles low with admiration at the handy work, crouching down to observe the lures in their glory. his sleeves are rolled up to his forearms, exposing the scarred flesh that has healed. it looks as if a large animal left a set of claw marks to that section of his arm towards his shoulder. the detective smells of smoke and hints of whiskey. ⁕ that is some handy work ── you've got some real talent. I'm apologizing for the intrusion but i sure ain't apologizing for this work. bait don't work like it used to.
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