[Why did he come... That's a loaded question if he's ever heard one. This time, there's no yelling about arresting or the law, not even any comments about everything he'd been thinking about. It's stupid, but he hadn't thought this far ahead too much anyway. He'd just set out with this goal in mind.
Shifting, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a folded piece of paper. It's a little bit more wrinkled than it had been when he left it, but miraculously, it's not ruined. He'd taken very good care of it.
He holds it out for D to take.]
You left this. [Asshole. Why does he think he came!!]
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Shifting, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a folded piece of paper. It's a little bit more wrinkled than it had been when he left it, but miraculously, it's not ruined. He'd taken very good care of it.
He holds it out for D to take.]
You left this. [Asshole. Why does he think he came!!]