No, no, please. [ he swings his rucksack around to rest on a nearby surface, starting to unpack its contents: Canned goods, this time. ] That one's all yours now.
[ 'cause he appreciates the attempt at organisation, when many of those around here are content with a spot of mess. ]
Fitz. [ extending a hand. ] You don't have to shake it, what with the empathy and the glowing, but.
[ he shrugs, unafraid of what empathy might reveal about himself, and keen on putting his best foot forward. ]
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[ 'cause he appreciates the attempt at organisation, when many of those around here are content with a spot of mess. ]
Fitz. [ extending a hand. ] You don't have to shake it, what with the empathy and the glowing, but.
[ he shrugs, unafraid of what empathy might reveal about himself, and keen on putting his best foot forward. ]