( Dude still deserves a gold star, and hell, Mia can groan if she likes. Heck, she'd be speaking the language. )
Guess... so.
( -- Not that it's even remotely difficult to find something the Dead might consider 'fun', himself, especially. Running in circles on an empty plot of land. Kicking up a sandstorm on the beaches. ) Maybe with esc - es - ( He knows the word, but somewhere along the line as it travels from the tangle of shriveled tissue that's his brain to his tongue, most of it is lost. Escalators. Escalators. Is it so hard?
Evidently it is, five seconds of broken-radio repetition later. There's a short, sharp huff of muted irritation, an expulsion of a trace of stale air. )
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Guess... so.
( -- Not that it's even remotely difficult to find something the Dead might consider 'fun', himself, especially. Running in circles on an empty plot of land. Kicking up a sandstorm on the beaches. ) Maybe with esc - es - ( He knows the word, but somewhere along the line as it travels from the tangle of shriveled tissue that's his brain to his tongue, most of it is lost. Escalators. Escalators. Is it so hard?
Evidently it is, five seconds of broken-radio repetition later. There's a short, sharp huff of muted irritation, an expulsion of a trace of stale air. )