[Idia is kneeling there in the grass, hands hovering uselessly at his sides. There's a moment of silence that passes between them, long and drawn out. Then, with a labored sigh, he grips at his thighs before standing slowly, slowly...]
...This sucks.
[He mutters under his breath, stuffing his hands into his pockets and avoiding eye contact. But the message is still clear: I have nothing better to do-- lead the way.]
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...This sucks.
[He mutters under his breath, stuffing his hands into his pockets and avoiding eye contact. But the message is still clear: I have nothing better to do-- lead the way.]