Hey, slip on the tiles in just the wrong way, and you could end up dead. But yeah, he's much better now that they've gotten weighing over with and he's back in his clothes.
Victor looks thoughtful, wandering over to his book on butterfly species and opening it to look through. "Hmmm. . . ." He gives it some thought, remembering some of the fantasies he's head about it. He's never really imagined flying all that fast, or particularly high, just. . . . "It was always just about getting away," he says softly, considering a picture of a monarch. "To be able to explore where I wanted. Not particularly about speed. . . ." He smiles a little. "There was this one species back home I particularly liked -- they wouldn't be in this book, this is all about North America. Bright blue and white -- I made a study of one of them the day before I came through. Perhaps I can duplicate it." He grabs his sketchbook, finds a fresh page, marks it "Private" (it's a bit of pain, having your sketchbook also be your journal), then sketches out this: (http://www.picoodle.com/view.php?img=/2/6/1/picturesofme/f_DD3004m_f2223b4.jpg&srv=img34)
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Victor looks thoughtful, wandering over to his book on butterfly species and opening it to look through. "Hmmm. . . ." He gives it some thought, remembering some of the fantasies he's head about it. He's never really imagined flying all that fast, or particularly high, just. . . . "It was always just about getting away," he says softly, considering a picture of a monarch. "To be able to explore where I wanted. Not particularly about speed. . . ." He smiles a little. "There was this one species back home I particularly liked -- they wouldn't be in this book, this is all about North America. Bright blue and white -- I made a study of one of them the day before I came through. Perhaps I can duplicate it." He grabs his sketchbook, finds a fresh page, marks it "Private" (it's a bit of pain, having your sketchbook also be your journal), then sketches out this:
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