[ the second time bruce speaks, roger relaxes visibly. he doesn't feel at all at home here, especially with a portion of the compound's residents (roger grimaces every time he thinks of them that way; it suggests a permanence that he's not really accepting yet) having been established well before he arrived. this guy seems a little brusque, but he's helpful and he's not chasing roger off or threatening him.
tearing his eyes from bruce's arm, he heads over to the cabinet. his head stays turned with one ear toward bruce, even when it means he's surveying the cabinet's contents from the corner of his eye. ]
Mud. Fuckin' pourin' out there. [ not that there's mud on his shoes or clothes at all, though his hair is damp. ]
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tearing his eyes from bruce's arm, he heads over to the cabinet. his head stays turned with one ear toward bruce, even when it means he's surveying the cabinet's contents from the corner of his eye. ]
Mud. Fuckin' pourin' out there. [ not that there's mud on his shoes or clothes at all, though his hair is damp. ]