[ The wave of Sam's initial reaction flows through him. More grounding than disorienting, warming him even after Sam's walls settle back into place - but like a stumbling drunk he brushes against them before pulling his own shields up. His ears prickle and he lets out a huff. ]
(Could've been worse.) [ He doesn't think he'll be visiting the Nesting Deck any time soon though.
The wordless questions gets an answer in the form of images, flashes of the Avenue and an invitation to find him. ] (I was gonna check on my stand.) [ If he can't get his job back, at least he can get a corndog. His appetite is only now returning with the scent of roasting meat wafting out of various stalls down the Avenue. ]
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( Could've been worse. ) [ He doesn't think he'll be visiting the Nesting Deck any time soon though.
The wordless questions gets an answer in the form of images, flashes of the Avenue and an invitation to find him. ] ( I was gonna check on my stand. ) [ If he can't get his job back, at least he can get a corndog. His appetite is only now returning with the scent of roasting meat wafting out of various stalls down the Avenue. ]