Mm, it's better than it was, but it's still fucking weird.
[ As they walk, he strides ahead of Bucciarati a few paces and pauses. Holding a clawed foot above the ground midstep and allowing it to curl in on itself slightly, as though attempting to hold on to something. After he's finished with what is possibly the world's oddest demonstration, he stretches it back out and plants it firmly on the damp ground with a grimace. ]
And I miss shoes.
[ Abbacchio is trying really hard not to complain about every single tiny thing, making an effort at reminding himself that the alternative to this is... Not a thing he should be thinking about right now, probably. Hence the Booze Trek. ]
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[ As they walk, he strides ahead of Bucciarati a few paces and pauses. Holding a clawed foot above the ground midstep and allowing it to curl in on itself slightly, as though attempting to hold on to something. After he's finished with what is possibly the world's oddest demonstration, he stretches it back out and plants it firmly on the damp ground with a grimace. ]
And I miss shoes.
[ Abbacchio is trying really hard not to complain about every single tiny thing, making an effort at reminding himself that the alternative to this is... Not a thing he should be thinking about right now, probably. Hence the Booze Trek. ]