[He gets that. He stands there with his shoulder leaning against the wall, worrying the fingertips of his let hand into the palm of his right. The cluster of natives remains in his peripheral, and he glances to them from under his hair every so often. It feels a bit like a hostage situation; they won't let them go until they agree, and they can't stay here.]
My friend didn't make it, either. Lucky us.
[Y... ay. You can tell Jake is utterly enthused by the bland, dishwater dull tone.]
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[He gets that. He stands there with his shoulder leaning against the wall, worrying the fingertips of his let hand into the palm of his right. The cluster of natives remains in his peripheral, and he glances to them from under his hair every so often. It feels a bit like a hostage situation; they won't let them go until they agree, and they can't stay here.]
My friend didn't make it, either. Lucky us.
[Y... ay. You can tell Jake is utterly enthused by the bland, dishwater dull tone.]