[ He'll set aside his scalpel and samples for now, leaning over his cadaver, fingers curling over the edges of the table with a faint clacking of his nails. ]
Thouuuugh-- to find a muse, one must be willing to look for one.
[ Undertaker tilts his head off to the side, allowing his bangs to fall away from one of those supernaturally green eyes - though scarred through and nearly devoid of sight, still vibrant as ever. ]
Or have you allowed them to blind you, dear Grell?
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[ He'll set aside his scalpel and samples for now, leaning over his cadaver, fingers curling over the edges of the table with a faint clacking of his nails. ]
Thouuuugh-- to find a muse, one must be willing to look for one.
[ Undertaker tilts his head off to the side, allowing his bangs to fall away from one of those supernaturally green eyes - though scarred through and nearly devoid of sight, still vibrant as ever. ]
Or have you allowed them to blind you, dear Grell?