Go figure, the weird kid was making a scene. Shouting at something that wasn't there, or at least as far as he could tell, and looking at his reflection like something was up with his face, or something. He'd figure it out. But, first thing was first.
Vod pushed his way into the group of people and through them. "C'mon, folks, nothin' to see here," he grouched, before putting his hand on Winter's back and pushing him along with him.
"C'mon, kid," he said, more harshly, hoping to get him to someplace where he could figure out what was what before the wrong kind of attention came their way. And there was always a wrong kind of attention.
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Date: 2017-01-08 03:32 pm (UTC)Vod pushed his way into the group of people and through them. "C'mon, folks, nothin' to see here," he grouched, before putting his hand on Winter's back and pushing him along with him.
"C'mon, kid," he said, more harshly, hoping to get him to someplace where he could figure out what was what before the wrong kind of attention came their way. And there was always a wrong kind of attention.