[Tek doesn't look over when spoken too, at first. he's still looking somewhere down, over the edge, thinking--but a grin quietly splits across his face.
it's almost as if he'd been waiting for exactly that. on cue, he picks up his folded jacket, lays it over one arm, and pats it with some amount of finality.]
Oh, absolutely. I've decided that I don't love this jacket, so I'll be needing a replacement.
[and with that matter settled, along with whatever else had been ticking along in his head during those moments, he finally begins to gather himself to move toward the exit.]
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it's almost as if he'd been waiting for exactly that. on cue, he picks up his folded jacket, lays it over one arm, and pats it with some amount of finality.]
Oh, absolutely. I've decided that I don't love this jacket, so I'll be needing a replacement.
[and with that matter settled, along with whatever else had been ticking along in his head during those moments, he finally begins to gather himself to move toward the exit.]