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@lxrcener
👹☲ Spinning around in his work chair he stared through a recent mask that he had created, sclera eyes peering through the eye sockets while rattling his brain for a hint of creative ability. watching as the ceiling spun and the lights blur his vision the male’s fingers gripped the edge of the circular seat until the noise of the door opening caught his attention. He stopped his chair to face the door, head falling into place and lazily bobbing. He watched through red irises until pulling the mask up from his face, getting a better picture of whom had entered the shop.
The bird mask were....abysmal to say the least. The craftsman ship was poorly done and most likely designed from something other than functionality. Static face never giving a hint of his true feelings or thoughts the male spoke-up. ❝How can I help you today? Looking for commissions? Or is this a pick up?❞