[He doesn't know where his shoes are, and after hours of water around his-- and after getting dunked into frankly disgusting water, he can almost find peace with the idea of having had his... phone. and wallet. and contents of. robbed alongside the canvas off-brand high-tops. He's drenched, as he dumbly notes as he automatically moves to accept the lady's offered towel, and he ducks his head to vigorously-- towel off his hair.
Imagine getting a cold and freaking dying because of
he's tired, and his under eyes have always been a tell when he doesn't sleep well. When he doesn't sleep.
He's tired, and he thinks he said his thanks? But he finds his shoes, tucked neatly into a corner of a booth, a banner well obscuring them.]
You were stuck in that game, too?
[God, he hopes not. It was miserable. He's miserable. He hopes she wasn't stuck in the game or-] Sorry. Do you work here? [There's no flamboyant costume but. And Tim takes the liberty of draping the towel around his shoulders as he kneels to retrieve his belongings.]
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Imagine getting a cold and freaking dying because of
he's tired, and his under eyes have always been a tell when he doesn't sleep well. When he doesn't sleep.
He's tired, and he thinks he said his thanks? But he finds his shoes, tucked neatly into a corner of a booth, a banner well obscuring them.]
You were stuck in that game, too?
[God, he hopes not. It was miserable. He's miserable. He hopes she wasn't stuck in the game or-] Sorry. Do you work here? [There's no flamboyant costume but. And Tim takes the liberty of draping the towel around his shoulders as he kneels to retrieve his belongings.]