[ there isn't too much to listen over and nothing jayce ears won't pick up; even with the methodical striking of metal to metal, a single ear swivels at the sound of an engine powering down. there's a bit more hammering he can get done before it's off to the water box for cooling. with his chest injury, jayce isn't crazy enough to smith without a shirt on— he's even adopted an apron made from the leathers of some monster they've once hunted. pulling off thick gloves made with the same materials, jayce a step back and pulls for one of his stationary stools to give his hooves a break. ]
That's new, [ he gestures, with a tone that repeats from when serph first got his wings. recognizing the cloak's stench, jayce's nose gives a twitch— he snorts, stag-like in behavior, but keeps the bitter memory of who it belongs to himself, occupying his hands with the second glove. ]
apology wood walked so that apology booze could run
That's new, [ he gestures, with a tone that repeats from when serph first got his wings. recognizing the cloak's stench, jayce's nose gives a twitch— he snorts, stag-like in behavior, but keeps the bitter memory of who it belongs to himself, occupying his hands with the second glove. ]