[ nic doesn't seem particularly bothered by the heat, but then again he had ensured he'd be better equipped to deal with it than present company. his own eyes linger on that hat, those gloves, before flicking up to meet her in the eyes and nod stiffly. he lifts a hand, sign half-formed, before he seems to think better of it.
he works his mouth instead, jaw slow and rusty, his voice sounding like it's been run through the gravel and back again. ]
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he works his mouth instead, jaw slow and rusty, his voice sounding like it's been run through the gravel and back again. ]
wEIrD CIty.