[Normally, Sharky would just let his mouth do all the talking and worry about potential awkwardness when it came up. But the only things he thinks he'll talk about are, like... Halloween. October in general. The possessions. And if he lets his mouth run on those subjects, he's gonna say something stupid, or mean, or fucked up, and it's gonna make shit worse, not better.
So he just follows, keeping his hands shoved into his pockets and trying not to matrix faces in the foliage. Trying to remind himself that he's totally been here before, that this is supposed to be the kind of magic he's used to, and that he isn't just having a shitty brain meltdown. It doesn't do much other than keep him quiet.]
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So he just follows, keeping his hands shoved into his pockets and trying not to matrix faces in the foliage. Trying to remind himself that he's totally been here before, that this is supposed to be the kind of magic he's used to, and that he isn't just having a shitty brain meltdown. It doesn't do much other than keep him quiet.]