He laced up his arm guards, rechecked and then strapped on his weapons, pulled on his coat and slung his rifle over his shoulder.
He wasn’t going to win the cosplay, he knew that.
But he wasn’t going for the cosplay, not really.
He was the original and he was going to work.
It was probably best the convention organisers didn’t know that in advance.
He laced up his arm guards, rechecked and then strapped on his weapons, pulled on his coat and slung his rifle over his shoulder.
He wasn’t going to win the cosplay, he knew that.
But he wasn’t going for the cosplay, not really.
He was the original and he was going to work.
It was probably best the convention organisers didn’t know that in advance.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
branchandrootforthwritten