[Yuca is sitting outside- it looks like he's dragged a kitchen chair out onto the front lawn of the church, and he's absently kicking his feet as he dips a sewing needle into the sleeve of a scrap of fabric on his lap, pulling it back out and tugging the thread taut, before going back in again. The motions go on for almost a full minute- in and
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[Pause. He touches his finger to his chin in thought.]
...maybe too old.
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I care little for sailors and less for their sayings, so I'm not surprised I haven't heard it.
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[He shrugs.]
Recovering well, after the event?
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[But he doesn't seem too particularly bothered by it; he has it under control.]
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[Yuca is in rare form today.]
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They do their job.
[DID YOU REALLY JUST
YUCA]
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Not that I'm interested in a shapely leg competition, but the point remains that neither of you have seen my legs.
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Well since you're offering~
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[He smiles.]
But- Johannes, I've seen your leg. When it was bitten, remember?
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[What. Is going on.]
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