[10K stands there a moment longer, inventorying his clothing from boots to the goggles perched on top of his head. There are places that feel empty, for lack of a better word, parts of his wardrobe where his hands expect more than just fabric and leather. His right boot, a cargo pocket on his left side, the small of his back, his left shoulder. Sighing, he takes a seat on the curb himself, looking out at the street before shifting his gaze to the boy sitting nearby.]
Do you, uh, remember anything?
[If it's not just him, maybe there's something else going on here. His dad's voice sounds briefly in his head. Pay attention to your surroundings. Even the nicest places got a dark side to 'em.]
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[10K stands there a moment longer, inventorying his clothing from boots to the goggles perched on top of his head. There are places that feel empty, for lack of a better word, parts of his wardrobe where his hands expect more than just fabric and leather. His right boot, a cargo pocket on his left side, the small of his back, his left shoulder. Sighing, he takes a seat on the curb himself, looking out at the street before shifting his gaze to the boy sitting nearby.]
Do you, uh, remember anything?
[If it's not just him, maybe there's something else going on here. His dad's voice sounds briefly in his head. Pay attention to your surroundings. Even the nicest places got a dark side to 'em.]