11-19-2018, 11:57 PM
DR. W.D. GASTER
✯  THE MAN WHO SPEAKS IN HANDS
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It was no secret: the scientist was analytical. Everything he observed was with a keen eye, had mathematical equations and the scientific method to go with it. Such is the way with something even as simple as a flower. Of course, he also held creativity. He noted what elements would go into certain flowers to make the color, spanning the genomes of each little bud. Even the Fibonacci sequence to seek out patterns.
The canine stared at the flowers, his odd eyes locking onto them. With that, he began to try to pull some from the dirt for furthing testing. The skeletal-looking dog huffed, as they had deep roots, before crashing onto the ground. "☞︎◆︎♍︎?✏︎" He snarled. It was much easier to speak in his native language  font, whatever. It would’ve likely come out as a garbled mix of sounds.
The canine stared at the flowers, his odd eyes locking onto them. With that, he began to try to pull some from the dirt for furthing testing. The skeletal-looking dog huffed, as they had deep roots, before crashing onto the ground. "☞︎◆︎♍︎?✏︎" He snarled. It was much easier to speak in his native language  font, whatever. It would’ve likely come out as a garbled mix of sounds.
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