Tommy stumbles into the room, smelling a bit burned, like charred feathers. He gropes out for Boone's proffered hand and lets himself be stood up, but doesn't take away the hand covering his eyes.
"Boone? D'you think you could... uh." He turns his head slightly away to the side. "D'you have a pair of shades? I lost mine." Because priorities, right?
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"Fuckin'.... bullshit is what happened."
Tommy stumbles into the room, smelling a bit burned, like charred feathers. He gropes out for Boone's proffered hand and lets himself be stood up, but doesn't take away the hand covering his eyes.
"Boone? D'you think you could... uh." He turns his head slightly away to the side. "D'you have a pair of shades? I lost mine." Because priorities, right?