[ Another nod, and the Judge waits. He sits across from him once more, legs crossed, and sets to work.
He inspects the tear itself, first, then sets it in his lap along with the small kit. Gloves come next, set next to him without the need for urgency like earlier. He works with a practiced ease, focusing in the moment. Despite the mask, he threads the needle easily enough, and picks up the shirt again to begin working.
Once or twice, he glances to Armin as though to check on him. As he does, the Judge cannot help but notice his physique. The Judge had noted his strength when Armin had tugged him out of the way, but his muscle tone is still somehow unexpected. Even having been crying, tired and wounded, this newcomer is handsome. Catching himself in his thoughts, the Judge shakes his head slightly as he works. ]
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He inspects the tear itself, first, then sets it in his lap along with the small kit. Gloves come next, set next to him without the need for urgency like earlier. He works with a practiced ease, focusing in the moment. Despite the mask, he threads the needle easily enough, and picks up the shirt again to begin working.
Once or twice, he glances to Armin as though to check on him. As he does, the Judge cannot help but notice his physique. The Judge had noted his strength when Armin had tugged him out of the way, but his muscle tone is still somehow unexpected. Even having been crying, tired and wounded, this newcomer is handsome. Catching himself in his thoughts, the Judge shakes his head slightly as he works. ]