[the two of them don't seem particularly impressed with his good fashion or polite manners. as Tek comes closer, the larger of the two says something to the smaller one in another language, guttural and full of harsh consonants. the other one nods, not taking his eyes off the stranger before them.
while it may not be apparent to outsiders, Tek can clearly tell that the both of them are dying. the things in their arms look painful, leaving the skin sickly and inflamed, slowly poisoning the rest of their bodies with every beat of their still-living hearts. they probably only have months to live, a year at the very most.]
Hey, stranger. [the smaller one greets Tek gruffly, nodding to the seat in case he hadn't gotten the idea.] Why don't you have a seat.
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while it may not be apparent to outsiders, Tek can clearly tell that the both of them are dying. the things in their arms look painful, leaving the skin sickly and inflamed, slowly poisoning the rest of their bodies with every beat of their still-living hearts. they probably only have months to live, a year at the very most.]
Hey, stranger. [the smaller one greets Tek gruffly, nodding to the seat in case he hadn't gotten the idea.] Why don't you have a seat.