[ That comes first. He takes the cloth, cocking his head to one side at lawnmower as he studies the flickering of reactions in the other man's face. ]
Threw paper when I should've thrown rock. [ Answering a question he's not sure the other man asked. With his injured hand he spreads out his index and middle finger, making clipper motions briefly before wrapping the cloth around the wound. ]
Do they have lawnmowers here? [ A friendly, genuine smile plays at his lips. How many people like them are out in the city, he wonders. He had already seen quite a few in the barracks. ]
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[ That comes first. He takes the cloth, cocking his head to one side at lawnmower as he studies the flickering of reactions in the other man's face. ]
Threw paper when I should've thrown rock. [ Answering a question he's not sure the other man asked. With his injured hand he spreads out his index and middle finger, making clipper motions briefly before wrapping the cloth around the wound. ]
Do they have lawnmowers here? [ A friendly, genuine smile plays at his lips. How many people like them are out in the city, he wonders. He had already seen quite a few in the barracks. ]