[And with that, he signs off, and goes outside to wait for Bones to come. He's wearing a simple dark coloured pants, and his Corps shirt which reads in bold capitals: YOU DON'T HAVE TO BE A STUBBORN JERK TO WORK HERE, BUT IT HELPS. It's not his usual fare but they serve his purpose well enough. His posture is full of youthful energy, but muted, because he's tired, but the restlessness is all there in the way he holds himself, tapping his foot to an unspoken tune, looking at the crowd for the grumpy old man he heard over the network. His ring, on his right hand, glints in the sunlight, and there are still a few bandages on his wrists, covering part of a faint, silvery scar. Another is visible on his arm, where it meets the shoulder, and one looks carefully, he's resting some of his weight on one leg, suggesting a light injury to the other. His breathing is also shallower (broken ribs that haven't healed properly yet).]
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[And with that, he signs off, and goes outside to wait for Bones to come. He's wearing a simple dark coloured pants, and his Corps shirt which reads in bold capitals: YOU DON'T HAVE TO BE A STUBBORN JERK TO WORK HERE, BUT IT HELPS. It's not his usual fare but they serve his purpose well enough. His posture is full of youthful energy, but muted, because he's tired, but the restlessness is all there in the way he holds himself, tapping his foot to an unspoken tune, looking at the crowd for the grumpy old man he heard over the network. His ring, on his right hand, glints in the sunlight, and there are still a few bandages on his wrists, covering part of a faint, silvery scar. Another is visible on his arm, where it meets the shoulder, and one looks carefully, he's resting some of his weight on one leg, suggesting a light injury to the other. His breathing is also shallower (broken ribs that haven't healed properly yet).]