The door swings open, and in comes a Hellboy. Only a Hellboy, anyway. It's his turn to look a little battered, and not just a little tired
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There's a pretty enough looking girl in the corner peering at him curiously. It's not the beer or the sandwich -- nor is it the horns, not really -- that she's looking at.
"Are you all right?" She speaks quietly and slightly muffled, wrapped up in several layers of black clothing as she is.
"Uh?" he looks up, blinking at her. He straightens up a little -- he's a big guy to cram into a more human-accomodating booth. "Yeah. Sure. I look that bad off?"
Maybe he should go clean up or something. After beer. Much beer.
Trindle has just enough good sense to pull down the layers of shirt and sweater so that her next words are a little easier to understand.
"A little," she admits with a shake of her head, "but not the worst that I have seen." She takes a sip of something that smells a bit like a spicy chai tea.
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"Are you all right?" She speaks quietly and slightly muffled, wrapped up in several layers of black clothing as she is.
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"Uh?" he looks up, blinking at her. He straightens up a little -- he's a big guy to cram into a more human-accomodating booth. "Yeah. Sure. I look that bad off?"
Maybe he should go clean up or something. After beer. Much beer.
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"A little," she admits with a shake of her head, "but not the worst that I have seen." She takes a sip of something that smells a bit like a spicy chai tea.
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No, really.
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