[ The bakery owners have worse things to worry about. Some of that fake blood splashed against the window, and the night is still young. ]
Um, thanks...
[ Ivan takes the napkins from Pao-Lin. They help wick away some of the liquid but make the design on Ivan's shirt even worse, spreading it out further. Soon, they are too soggy to do anything else but stand in for more Halloween gore. (There is a zombie eyeing his bloody pulp with interest. Ivan holds out his hand to have the soiled napkins snatched away.) ]
Do you think this is one of those times Barnaby wanted us to call for help?
[ He asks that, but he's not even waiting for an answer. Finding Barnaby's cell phone number, he calls and hopes his kouhai is available and not otherwise occupied. It's his birthday after all... ]
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Um, thanks...
[ Ivan takes the napkins from Pao-Lin. They help wick away some of the liquid but make the design on Ivan's shirt even worse, spreading it out further. Soon, they are too soggy to do anything else but stand in for more Halloween gore. (There is a zombie eyeing his bloody pulp with interest. Ivan holds out his hand to have the soiled napkins snatched away.) ]
Do you think this is one of those times Barnaby wanted us to call for help?
[ He asks that, but he's not even waiting for an answer. Finding Barnaby's cell phone number, he calls and hopes his kouhai is available and not otherwise occupied. It's his birthday after all... ]