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"Didn't he say somethin' about a husband too? Poor guy." Judging the lizard hard.

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Not dismissive, not playing the situation down, but a quiet sign that he wasn't afraid of him, didn't look at him and immediately see the thing Easthies' loathed. "Right, then. Looks good as new."

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He's quiet for a beat, turning Easthies' hands over and making sure there wasn't any pieces he missed. Once he was satisfied he'd gotten them all out, he looked up and switched his tone into something lighter.

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It was unfair, and curse thrust upon him, left to endure the effects. Letting it be the measure of himself. "Way I see it, if all you were was that 'beast', you wouldn't be terrified of becoming it. Wouldn't fight it so hard every day."

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He shook his head, reaching out finally to carefully take Easthies' hands and pluck the remaining slivers of glass that were embedded in the skin. "'Technically', kinda. Maybe it's part of you, but it isn't the whole of you."

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‍ ً𝗦𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗼 .ᐟ @foolosophyy.bsky.social · 03/07/2026

"Don't need to imagine it." He saw it happen in real time, sparked an unexpected flash of... jealousy? Indignation of Easthies' behalf? Something like that. He didn't know why this was bothering me so much... but it was. "Lotta nerve on the guy."

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"Eas." Gruff, a little curt. With a sigh, he hopped down from the crate, scrubbing at the back of his neck. "Who was that guy from earlier? Never seen him before." Like whatever who even cares. 🙄

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‍ ً𝗦𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗼 .ᐟ @foolosophyy.bsky.social · 03/07/2026

Squinting at him from across the room, hunched atop a crate with his weight propped up and balanced on his spear.

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solsere @solsere.bsky.social · 14/06/2026

observing the wife (extremely pissed off) #witchhatatelier #easwin

Sketch of Easthies and Utowin from Witch Hat Atelier. Easthies is looking irritated, looking at something off screen. Utowin is peeking out from behind his shoulder with a curious look, drawn in a simpler style.

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In their line of work, they faced all sorts of darkness and monsters. Yet, for Easthies, the cruelest one spoke in his own voice. "Lemme see your hands."

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Huh... He actually answered. "I don't know what looked back at you," he started after a quiet sigh, rubbing the back of his neck, "...but it isn't what I'm looking at now." He saw a tired man, an angry man.. A hurt man. "The curse has taken enough from you. Don't let it take your reflection too."

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"You're good at a lot of things, Eas, but lying isn't one of them. What's going on?"

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"It's not 'nothing'... You looked at me like you didn't know who I was," he muttered, turning his gaze towards the shattered mirror and scraping some shards of glass away with his boot. What had drove him to this?

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"Figures." He started making tracks towards the canteen, arms folded behind his head. After a few steps, he turned to look back at Easthies, expecting him to follow. "Come on, then."

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While one hand raked through unkempt locks, the other scratched idly at his tummy. "Been up long enough to know I'm hungry. You had breakfast yet?"

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Gaze lazily drifts over to Easthies, regarding him for a few moments before a little grin broke out on his face. "Alright there?"

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Hurrying over to his side, Utowin took in his state of his hands, refraining from reaching out just yet. "What the hell did you do to yourself?"

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