[And a place where he can sit down. Ideally, with his back to a wall. He smiles insincerely, and starts moving again. Pride and stubbornness aren't quite the same as sobriety, but they're keeping him looking steady just now. Mostly.]
Please, don't worry about remunera-- [Oh, hell: he hadn't seen that tree root that catches the toe of his shoe, and he stumbles badly, almost going to a knee before he regains his balance. Now his foot hurts, too. His smile flattens out to a thin line of annoyance at his own incapacity.]
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[And a place where he can sit down. Ideally, with his back to a wall. He smiles insincerely, and starts moving again. Pride and stubbornness aren't quite the same as sobriety, but they're keeping him looking steady just now. Mostly.]
Please, don't worry about remunera-- [Oh, hell: he hadn't seen that tree root that catches the toe of his shoe, and he stumbles badly, almost going to a knee before he regains his balance. Now his foot hurts, too. His smile flattens out to a thin line of annoyance at his own incapacity.]