[ He'd found an out of the way spot from which he could still technically be considered one of the festival-goers, but at the same time, kept him from getting jostled too badly. Best to try and keep his ribs out of his lungs, because hacking up blood wasn't his idea of a good time. He doesn't really recall how time runs here -if hours are the same length as at home or not- but it feels like it's taking Duo forever, and it's getting to be annoying. Not because Duo said an hour, but because of the dull ache in his side and the fact that he doesn't want to run into anyone who might recognize the coat and hat and take him to be someone he isn't.
But then there's that voice and the goal of hot water and a chance to maybe get clean takes precedence. Shrugging out of the jacket, he hands it over to its owner. ]
Some idiot gave it to me, but I don't want it so I'm giving it back. I don't want to be held responsible if they freeze to death.
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But then there's that voice and the goal of hot water and a chance to maybe get clean takes precedence. Shrugging out of the jacket, he hands it over to its owner. ]
Some idiot gave it to me, but I don't want it so I'm giving it back. I don't want to be held responsible if they freeze to death.