[ Standing over the body now - and yeah, his chest is moving (however shallowly), he's still alive - Amos tilts his head, peers down to examine the boots. They're nice. Sturdy-looking. ]
Think he might need them.
[ It's not that he's pro- or anti-crime, it's just that this situation doesn't really concern him, so nothing wrong with letting it play out as it currently is.
Still there has to be a limit somewhere, right?
He looks up from the boots, focuses on Hook. Not scrutinizing him, but more taking in the state of his hair, that it's not freshly shaved but still pretty short, and a sign that they're probably a part of the same unwilling group (though his hair's back now, so there's nothing obviously identifying him as Displaced). ]
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Think he might need them.
[ It's not that he's pro- or anti-crime, it's just that this situation doesn't really concern him, so nothing wrong with letting it play out as it currently is.
Still there has to be a limit somewhere, right?
He looks up from the boots, focuses on Hook. Not scrutinizing him, but more taking in the state of his hair, that it's not freshly shaved but still pretty short, and a sign that they're probably a part of the same unwilling group (though his hair's back now, so there's nothing obviously identifying him as Displaced). ]
Did you get here when everyone was gone?