[Hank takes a step closer, stops, hefts the towel for a second, then starts scrubbing it over his hair just for something to do with it. He watches Sumo go to his food bowl, then looks back up to Cayde.]
Anyway, uh- [It'd be really cool if something smooth came out of his mouth here. Something about flowers, maybe. But- his head hurts, his mouth's dry, his stomach's complaining at him. Whatever Hank's supposed to say, it's not coming to him. He decides to leave smoothness up to fate.] -What's up?
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[Hank takes a step closer, stops, hefts the towel for a second, then starts scrubbing it over his hair just for something to do with it. He watches Sumo go to his food bowl, then looks back up to Cayde.]
Anyway, uh- [It'd be really cool if something smooth came out of his mouth here. Something about flowers, maybe. But- his head hurts, his mouth's dry, his stomach's complaining at him. Whatever Hank's supposed to say, it's not coming to him. He decides to leave smoothness up to fate.] -What's up?
[Well. That wasn't as bad as it could of been.]