Bill*, unused to being above about five foot eight with good shoes, hits his skull against one of the hanging light fixtures common to certain forms of supermarket. It makes a hollow crack.
OW. Wait, he's done it again. Of course another thing no one notices is how his voice can get - like lead on stone - but just for the sake of it, he'd rather not do that. "I mean, ow."
A furtive glance to see if someone's noticed - someone's staring. Uh oh. Bill grins, not that it's entirely possible to make other expressions. "Um..."
*He'd been having more of an urge of late to append his last name to his first in all circumstances, but as his writer isn't sure whether anyone is actually named Door, it will have to remain unsaid.
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OW. Wait, he's done it again. Of course another thing no one notices is how his voice can get - like lead on stone - but just for the sake of it, he'd rather not do that. "I mean, ow."
A furtive glance to see if someone's noticed - someone's staring. Uh oh. Bill grins, not that it's entirely possible to make other expressions. "Um..."
*He'd been having more of an urge of late to append his last name to his first in all circumstances, but as his writer isn't sure whether anyone is actually named Door, it will have to remain unsaid.