a closer inspection will find him either in the library or at the typewriter in his room, just past the portrait of the valkyrie-like woman on the door. he's already hard at work, it seems, scribbling furiously onto loose pieces of paper without any seeming regard for his surroundings. there's no rest to be had for a scientist in times like these!
occasionally, especially as he finds himself deep in one of the countless tomes the library has to offer—and even as he writes with a free hand, too— he reaches into one of his pockets to pull out his knife, now clean of his own blood, flicking it open and closed like the repetitive motion is the only thing keeping him grounded. ]
w3, sunday
a closer inspection will find him either in the library or at the typewriter in his room, just past the portrait of the valkyrie-like woman on the door. he's already hard at work, it seems, scribbling furiously onto loose pieces of paper without any seeming regard for his surroundings. there's no rest to be had for a scientist in times like these!
occasionally, especially as he finds himself deep in one of the countless tomes the library has to offer—and even as he writes with a free hand, too— he reaches into one of his pockets to pull out his knife, now clean of his own blood, flicking it open and closed like the repetitive motion is the only thing keeping him grounded. ]