[ He must be really suffering, with how relieved he sounds... ]
Right!
[ The call ends there and Sorey picks his pace back up, a leisurely trot as he weaves his way back through the crowds, all apologies and "excuse me"s at every unannounced brush. Naturally.
Arriving back to their rendezvous point, he's got his sights set, on the hunt for his miserable cohort. Waving a gloved hand in the air once he sees him, he calls out: ]
no subject
Right!
[ The call ends there and Sorey picks his pace back up, a leisurely trot as he weaves his way back through the crowds, all apologies and "excuse me"s at every unannounced brush. Naturally.
Arriving back to their rendezvous point, he's got his sights set, on the hunt for his miserable cohort. Waving a gloved hand in the air once he sees him, he calls out: ]
Hey!