[Numbers nearly jumps out of his own skin when Arthur grabs onto his wrist more tightly, nearly stumbling over his own feet as he drags him into the shop and behind a nearby display case. He grabs Arthur's shoulder and pulls him down, scowling deeply. His ire is clearly heard in his voice as he hisses:]
I don't know! The mannequins are fucking moving or some shit. Do I look like I--
[And then he stops, and really assesses Arthur. In the distance, he hears the shuffle of vinyl feet against linoleum tile.]
Can you...not see? [Asked in an incredulous, almost disbelieving tone.]
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I don't know! The mannequins are fucking moving or some shit. Do I look like I--
[And then he stops, and really assesses Arthur. In the distance, he hears the shuffle of vinyl feet against linoleum tile.]
Can you...not see? [Asked in an incredulous, almost disbelieving tone.]