[don't worry, Steve. he heads over soon enough, tucking his phone away somewhere into one of the many pockets of his tacky jacket. he hops over some rubble, ignores the wails of the screaming children, and offers him a dark-nailed hand up.]
A little bit of a spill, hm?
[he's decked out completely, complete with horned tiara.]
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A little bit of a spill, hm?
[he's decked out completely, complete with horned tiara.]