[ The cheer is false, a sitcom-quality performance from a fellow with his own dire echo behind the eyes. Thirty minutes, Ron. It feels like a noose around his neck no matter how he tries to parse it. He comes bearing exactly four napkins, which feels quite short of what she'll need but he didn't care to ask more of the vendor closest by. Doesn't want to add any other eyes on them. He takes a knee, offering them up with his palm flat. ]
Looked like the ice got you, figure you might want a hand. Did you hit your head?
001 - after
[ The cheer is false, a sitcom-quality performance from a fellow with his own dire echo behind the eyes. Thirty minutes, Ron. It feels like a noose around his neck no matter how he tries to parse it. He comes bearing exactly four napkins, which feels quite short of what she'll need but he didn't care to ask more of the vendor closest by. Doesn't want to add any other eyes on them. He takes a knee, offering them up with his palm flat. ]
Looked like the ice got you, figure you might want a hand. Did you hit your head?