(( --- @delamentos
the sun was just beginning to set over hive city; the sky illuminated in artificial swirls of pinks and golds. the animator moved slowly, gait conveying that he was in no hurry, eyes glued to the opened notebook that he held tight in his hands. it’d been tucked away beneath what few belongings he had, brittle pages damaged and discolored, but keeping the messy sketches mostly intact — fleetingly, he pondered over the intention of allowing him to keep such a thing. the scientists were an odd bunch, so he’d heard, but surely there must have been a reason to let him keep the thing. however, it was in poor condition. the pages hardly clung to the spine, and most were detached completely, only remaining within the ratty notepad by sheer willpower. it was old – very old – and thus henry had reason to suspect it was given back to him for the simple sake of taunting him.
a soft breeze tugged gently at brunet waves, as well as tugging the pages of his sketchpad until he struggled to keep them contained — unfortunately, to no avail. a few slipped from their confines, whipped about by the wind before fluttering down upon concrete, much to the brief panic of the creator. henry dove in to collect them before he could think about it, kneeling next to where most had landed and doing his best to gather them before he interrupted the walk of too many people. as someone approached, his hands would quicken, clearing his throat and uttering a quick apology;
❛ sorry, sorry – i’ll get out of your way ‘n a sec.. ’