[his reply is distracted, thoughts obviously still on the tattoos and whatever it is that's falling from the sky. he crouches, begins to gather up the scattered items from his bags, brow still furrowed in consternation]
And those things certainly aren't going anywhere, are they?
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[his reply is distracted, thoughts obviously still on the tattoos and whatever it is that's falling from the sky. he crouches, begins to gather up the scattered items from his bags, brow still furrowed in consternation]
And those things certainly aren't going anywhere, are they?