[He lets out a nervous sort of laugh and retrieves the game from the floor, his hands shaking. Books don't make sounds, okay? Not unless they're not really books and are monsters in disguise instead, like mimics. He's already had one glove ruined by a mimic pretending to be a box -- he doesn't need the other one trashed, too.]
O- of course. Just, ah. Wasn't really prepared for it to make a fuss like that.
[He eyes the game in one hand, picking at the bandage that covers his right arm idly. It has acquired a few more ink stains since he last saw Chris, some faded, while others are darker, fresher; that stuff just doesn't want to come out in the wash.]
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O- of course. Just, ah. Wasn't really prepared for it to make a fuss like that.
[He eyes the game in one hand, picking at the bandage that covers his right arm idly. It has acquired a few more ink stains since he last saw Chris, some faded, while others are darker, fresher; that stuff just doesn't want to come out in the wash.]