Freddy tuned out Micolash's mutterings, so they didn't bother him. The short walk still may as well have been the Bataan Death March, though.
“Oh yeah?” says Freddy, staggering up to the building shortly after Micolash. He looks up at it without much interest. Not that he’s some cretin who can’t appreciate a library, but finding a good (comic)book to curl up with isn’t on his mind. He’s regretting not finding a change of clothes earlier, and also still not sure if it’s right to just leave Micolash alone.
“Uh,” he glances down at that awkward outstretched hand, “I don’t wanna’ get blood on you again.” What if Micolash touches the walls, or the books? Innocent library patrons shouldn’t have to deal with Freddy’s disgusting blood all over anything. So instead of shaking hands, he passes Micolash the bag of Doritos. He's backing away now.
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“Oh yeah?” says Freddy, staggering up to the building shortly after Micolash. He looks up at it without much interest. Not that he’s some cretin who can’t appreciate a library, but finding a good (comic)book to curl up with isn’t on his mind. He’s regretting not finding a change of clothes earlier, and also still not sure if it’s right to just leave Micolash alone.
“Uh,” he glances down at that awkward outstretched hand, “I don’t wanna’ get blood on you again.” What if Micolash touches the walls, or the books? Innocent library patrons shouldn’t have to deal with Freddy’s disgusting blood all over anything. So instead of shaking hands, he passes Micolash the bag of Doritos. He's backing away now.
“Take care, man--"