[Barnaby stopped on his slow, wavering passage from Good Spirits to Community House 1 with the stumbling grace of a man who had too much to drink. He braced a hand on a tree when he saw movement and tilted his head as he slowly connected the woman to someone else in his memory (if it truly was his memory. how was anyone to know when the world spun around so quickly?)
He felt too hot in his leather jacket. Only his fussiness kept him from shedding it and slinging it over his shoulder.
The woman was...
Quite pretty.]
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Grune?
[What was being polite? The woman was quite pretty.]
[Action] It's fine!
He felt too hot in his leather jacket. Only his fussiness kept him from shedding it and slinging it over his shoulder.
The woman was...
Quite pretty.]
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.......
Grune?
[What was being polite? The woman was quite pretty.]