[The boy really should be at home resting, given his unsteady gait, but he insisted he come, and walk on his own, though his arm was firmly locked into Clark's for stability. He clutched a shawl close, breathing harsh, eyes shadowed, skin pale. Yet for all of the numerous signs of his disease, his milky blue eyes were wide and curious, his expression eager, tiny curl of a smile at the ends of his lips. He didn't get outside much nowadays beyond being ferried to and from the Clinic and the house. He curled his hands tighter in the shawl, shifting in shoes he had borrowed from one of his housemates.]
Hmmm. Well, the ladies are Giselle and Jilly, and Jilly's over there next to-- Jimmy. I know Jimmy and- Tommy are probably kinda hard to tell apart, but if it's got cuss words in it it's probably Tommy.
The redhead- um. The other guy. [eyes him briefly!] He's called Roy. I guess he's a friend of Jimmy's. [largely dismissing him from attention now.] And that's it, really. I mean, you know Clark and me. And it's not like we're mixing in, right?
It smells good.
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Don't tell me you've never had pizza before.
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It's been a really long time.
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So hey, do you know everybody around here? Or most people, anyway.
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I'm not sure. Everyone's voices are mixing together.
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The redhead- um. The other guy. [eyes him briefly!] He's called Roy. I guess he's a friend of Jimmy's. [largely dismissing him from attention now.] And that's it, really. I mean, you know Clark and me. And it's not like we're mixing in, right?
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Hi there, you're Yoite, right?
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[He listens intently, trying to separate the men.]
They have unique accents. I'll just have to listen harder.
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Harsher, too. Jimmy laughs more.
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Good to hear sometimes.
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