[It's not a total restoration, not yet. The kitchen itself is still shaky, filling its shadows in piece by piece as Break adjusts to the notion that he knows what is where because he can see it and not just because of his mental map of the room. Qrow remains a blur -- pretty solidly Qrow-shaped, yes, because Break has been in close contact with him and has an idea of the length of his legs and the slope of his shoulders, but his mind just doesn't know what to do with the rest of him yet. Nor does the cloak register as red or even as fabric when it suddenly lands right on Baltus's face and brings the omen up short.
Being closer to it, Break gets a hold of the cape before Qrow does. The texture of it in his hands is familiar in a deep, distant way, something his fingers remember from a memory as blurred for him as the world itself. He squints a little as he picks it up properly. Holds it up to himself, without quite understanding why. Takes in the size of it.]
...this is --
[Baltus's rear end continues wriggling as he watches Break's gears turn, slowly starting to make connections at last.]
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Being closer to it, Break gets a hold of the cape before Qrow does. The texture of it in his hands is familiar in a deep, distant way, something his fingers remember from a memory as blurred for him as the world itself. He squints a little as he picks it up properly. Holds it up to himself, without quite understanding why. Takes in the size of it.]
...this is --
[Baltus's rear end continues wriggling as he watches Break's gears turn, slowly starting to make connections at last.]