[ talk about things not going to plan. first he's distracted enough to get bit, then trying to figure out how to get rid of the orange smear on his hand has him preoccupied enough that he doesn't quite move out of the way in time to keep from getting bumped into a wall. ]
Maybe watch where you're going next time, [ he says as he takes advantage of said alley wall to scrape the bug guts off his hand. he's about to say something else, but the exclamation has his head snapping up and--
oh.
that's his face. well--his face circa ten years or so ago. leonard would be tempted to think this is him, a past version of himself maybe, except he's sure that he would never absent-mindedly bump into someone enough to fall over. which means this... ]
Well, this is a whole new and different kind of weird. [ to say the least. ] What's your name, kid?
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Maybe watch where you're going next time, [ he says as he takes advantage of said alley wall to scrape the bug guts off his hand. he's about to say something else, but the exclamation has his head snapping up and--
oh.
that's his face. well--his face circa ten years or so ago. leonard would be tempted to think this is him, a past version of himself maybe, except he's sure that he would never absent-mindedly bump into someone enough to fall over. which means this... ]
Well, this is a whole new and different kind of weird. [ to say the least. ] What's your name, kid?