[He glances sidelong at John and sighs when he sees that familiar vacant expression.]
Look, the lines are perfect. No wobble, no tremor, this was not done by a person afraid or hurried. They wanted to take their time, savour a well laid plan. And see here, and here, flakes of nail varnish in a frankly disturbing shade of neon blue, she pressed down hard enough to leave those behind. A lasting impression, something she wanted a distinct memory of.
[He stands up and paces in the direction the arrow points.]
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[He glances sidelong at John and sighs when he sees that familiar vacant expression.]
Look, the lines are perfect. No wobble, no tremor, this was not done by a person afraid or hurried. They wanted to take their time, savour a well laid plan. And see here, and here, flakes of nail varnish in a frankly disturbing shade of neon blue, she pressed down hard enough to leave those behind. A lasting impression, something she wanted a distinct memory of.
[He stands up and paces in the direction the arrow points.]
Another one, here, on the wall.