Cole has a piece of charcoal in his hand; he's turning it over, pinching it experimentally, looking at what's left behind on his fingertips. Black and grey dust, the same as it is at home. The hat's brim hides his face, his shoulder.
"He was afraid, aggravated, he didn't want to be here. So he went somewhere else."
The two knives strapped to his back are enclosed in leather scabbards, one curved slightly more than the other. The handles are weathered, but fine. The blades are quite long.
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Cole has a piece of charcoal in his hand; he's turning it over, pinching it experimentally, looking at what's left behind on his fingertips. Black and grey dust, the same as it is at home. The hat's brim hides his face, his shoulder.
"He was afraid, aggravated, he didn't want to be here. So he went somewhere else."
The two knives strapped to his back are enclosed in leather scabbards, one curved slightly more than the other. The handles are weathered, but fine. The blades are quite long.