Yeah, a definite... creeping edge of nervousness. Suspicion. Part of his thoughts insist you're trying to mess with me (exactly how and exactly why, he doesn't know, but strangers are certainly free to try trolling strangers), but he still... licks his lips and casts a glance over his shoulder. Not far enough.]
Okay, so... like --
How-how often we get -- [He lifts a crooked finger. Points down to emphasize, partly, and partly as a "hold that thought" to himself.] -- like... more than a couple people in one spot?
[Glances over the other shoulder. Still not far enough to catch the shadow that pulls a to the side like some sortova spooky bullfighter.]
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Yeah, a definite... creeping edge of nervousness. Suspicion. Part of his thoughts insist you're trying to mess with me (exactly how and exactly why, he doesn't know, but strangers are certainly free to try trolling strangers), but he still... licks his lips and casts a glance over his shoulder. Not far enough.]
Okay, so... like --
How-how often we get -- [He lifts a crooked finger. Points down to emphasize, partly, and partly as a "hold that thought" to himself.] -- like... more than a couple people in one spot?
[Glances over the other shoulder. Still not far enough to catch the shadow that pulls a to the side like some sortova spooky bullfighter.]
Like, if-if ever?