[A ball of string that just never stops and literally becomes a running fixture in the city...what a terrifying thought.
As she sits up, Sato does, as well. He makes sure, though, to watch carefully in case she winced or otherwise showed some indication of being injured.]
It has to at some point, right? There's got to be a limit to the amount of string it contains.
According to the record, that's still a lot of string. [ Yin grumbles about it, more irritated at that than pained, but there's signs of some scrapes and spots where she'll be nursing bruises over the days to come. ]
I hope they burn the damn thing for this. Or stitch it into a million Christmas stockings. Ow.
Who even thought that making such a big ball of string was a good idea? [They should have done something else. Pretty much anything else.]
And with the way it's tangled around everything right now, neither of those even sound like good ideas.
...You okay? Can you stand? Let me see if I can get the rest of this string off. [He doesn't even have a band-aid, but he does have a handkerchief?? He just has to untie the two of them first but thankfully the strings are snapping fairly easily.]
Some idiots trying to drum up tourism the same way lonesome highway sideshows have nothing else to do? I dunno.
[ Yin shook her head. ] I'll be alright, but knock yourself out. I'm gonna catch my breath a sec. [ while looking around. ] ...did you see my keys? Must've dropped them. [ they're tangled somewhere nearby but it turns out that in the rush she didn't pocket them. ] Shit, if they're in that ball I'm gonna be really pissed.
They should have just built an art gallery or a huge outdoor installation or something.
[When Yin mentions her keys though, he immediately looks to his own hands (where they're not, of course). Though he had been holding them and now feels both terrible and obligated to help her with finding them.]
I had them before. They should still be around here though, right? I could have sworn I was still holding onto them...
[Keys, keys, keys.......wait....Sato sees them tangled in a piece of string that is wrapped all the way around one of the sides of the bus stop.]
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As she sits up, Sato does, as well. He makes sure, though, to watch carefully in case she winced or otherwise showed some indication of being injured.]
It has to at some point, right? There's got to be a limit to the amount of string it contains.
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I hope they burn the damn thing for this. Or stitch it into a million Christmas stockings. Ow.
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And with the way it's tangled around everything right now, neither of those even sound like good ideas.
...You okay? Can you stand? Let me see if I can get the rest of this string off. [He doesn't even have a band-aid, but he does have a handkerchief?? He just has to untie the two of them first but thankfully the strings are snapping fairly easily.]
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[ Yin shook her head. ] I'll be alright, but knock yourself out. I'm gonna catch my breath a sec. [ while looking around. ] ...did you see my keys? Must've dropped them. [ they're tangled somewhere nearby but it turns out that in the rush she didn't pocket them. ] Shit, if they're in that ball I'm gonna be really pissed.
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[When Yin mentions her keys though, he immediately looks to his own hands (where they're not, of course). Though he had been holding them and now feels both terrible and obligated to help her with finding them.]
I had them before. They should still be around here though, right? I could have sworn I was still holding onto them...
[Keys, keys, keys.......wait....Sato sees them tangled in a piece of string that is wrapped all the way around one of the sides of the bus stop.]
....those are yours, right?