[the table beneath Blue's scissors is soon littered with lots of tiny scraps of snipped paper; a lot of the cuts are pretty similar as he just gets a feel for cutting in the first place. something done just for the delight of it...it makes him nostalgic for the children of the Shangri-la, thinking about them dogpiling Hillman and the other elders to entertain them. they'd enjoy something like this, he guesses. there'd be heaps of questions about snow to go along with it, too. it'd be nice.
his expression is distant and thoughtful as he sets the scissors down and carefully unfolds and untangles some of the stuck-together fringes of his piece, hesitant to smooth the whole thing out entirely lest something crinkle or tear. old dogs and new tricks, huh...]
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his expression is distant and thoughtful as he sets the scissors down and carefully unfolds and untangles some of the stuck-together fringes of his piece, hesitant to smooth the whole thing out entirely lest something crinkle or tear. old dogs and new tricks, huh...]