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i. he's an artist, and he likes to create. visually stunning things, elaborate things, things with so many details you'll never even notice the sliver of metal in the embroidery.
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i. there are many reasons for why he's wont to do things with his hands, and most of it has to do with taking the backseat; opting for camouflage, forming beautiful distractors. at the same time, it's his turning over a new leaf - spreading beauty in an ugly world.
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[tr][td]ii. the times he wears things properly (clean, tucked in, ironed, colour coordinated) ticks down to an approximate two times, one of which was when something happened to marko and he and the gang had to haul ass, in a classy and legal way, to fetch him out.[/td]
[td]ii. rialto knows propriety, knows attractiveness and scoring a hundred little brownie points using wide eyes and attentive facial expressions alone, and he hates it. what his brother had called harnessing their strengths brought situations wholly unwanted by the dozen, and so now rialto makes his disregard for these games of seduction and manipulation absolutely clear. he doesn't wholly register physical attraction anymore, and when he does it's wan, dismissive. [/td][/tr]
[tr][td]iii. his constant front is languid, appallingly lazy, lacking of any vigilance whatsoever. he'll splay across people and let people lean on him, scratching his head and yawning as though he doesn't see an issue.[/td]
[td]iii. he hasn't gotten any rem sleep in a long, long while. he lies in his carriage for hours but doesn't doze off, only his eyes closed and everything filtered just out of his consciousness - a well of blankness folding over a body so motionless one would swear he wasn't breathing anymore, but the moment one reaches to tap him on the shoulder he has a knife drawn out of a harness around his thigh, another from around his chest beneath the bathrobe. he can't let down his guard, fully, anymore.[/td][/tr]
[tr][td]more edgy rialto things yet to come!![/td][td][/td][/tr][/table]
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i. he's an artist, and he likes to create. visually stunning things, elaborate things, things with so many details you'll never even notice the sliver of metal in the embroidery.
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i. there are many reasons for why he's wont to do things with his hands, and most of it has to do with taking the backseat; opting for camouflage, forming beautiful distractors. at the same time, it's his turning over a new leaf - spreading beauty in an ugly world.
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[tr][td]ii. the times he wears things properly (clean, tucked in, ironed, colour coordinated) ticks down to an approximate two times, one of which was when something happened to marko and he and the gang had to haul ass, in a classy and legal way, to fetch him out.[/td]
[td]ii. rialto knows propriety, knows attractiveness and scoring a hundred little brownie points using wide eyes and attentive facial expressions alone, and he hates it. what his brother had called harnessing their strengths brought situations wholly unwanted by the dozen, and so now rialto makes his disregard for these games of seduction and manipulation absolutely clear. he doesn't wholly register physical attraction anymore, and when he does it's wan, dismissive. [/td][/tr]
[tr][td]iii. his constant front is languid, appallingly lazy, lacking of any vigilance whatsoever. he'll splay across people and let people lean on him, scratching his head and yawning as though he doesn't see an issue.[/td]
[td]iii. he hasn't gotten any rem sleep in a long, long while. he lies in his carriage for hours but doesn't doze off, only his eyes closed and everything filtered just out of his consciousness - a well of blankness folding over a body so motionless one would swear he wasn't breathing anymore, but the moment one reaches to tap him on the shoulder he has a knife drawn out of a harness around his thigh, another from around his chest beneath the bathrobe. he can't let down his guard, fully, anymore.[/td][/tr]
[tr][td]more edgy rialto things yet to come!![/td][td][/td][/tr][/table]