[I'm sorry, Hound, super jacked? This twig? I mean, yeah, a week ago he could have punched you and made it hurt, but now he'd wind up with a sprained wrist and tears in his eyes, probably. Ben's wandering back to his little corner, dragging a rolling clothing rack behind himself to set up for some privacy.
He almost rolls over Hound before he realizes he's there.]
O-oh! H-h--
[First thought: holy shit, it's a Nameless. They still skeeve him out a little bit. He can handle zombies in various states of decay because he knows how aware they are. He hasn't had time to figure out the Nameless.
Second thought, when he gets a little closer: holy shit, it's that Nameless. The one with emotions, expressions-- the one that seemed like it was human, or, at least, alive. He... sincerely doubted this guy was going to make a connection between the wolf from before and the dweeb standing here now.]
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He almost rolls over Hound before he realizes he's there.]
O-oh! H-h--
[First thought: holy shit, it's a Nameless. They still skeeve him out a little bit. He can handle zombies in various states of decay because he knows how aware they are. He hasn't had time to figure out the Nameless.
Second thought, when he gets a little closer: holy shit, it's that Nameless. The one with emotions, expressions-- the one that seemed like it was human, or, at least, alive. He... sincerely doubted this guy was going to make a connection between the wolf from before and the dweeb standing here now.]
H-hello. Can I help you?
U-uh, I'm... I'm not in the way over here, am I?