as soon as he sees who it is, adlet stops mid-step. almost like he's frozen again like yesterday, or maybe more like things aren't connecting the way they should. then he laughs, empty. puts on a smile because that is what he does. shakes his head a little, laughs some more. ]
...I feel like I've done this already. [ the echoes. his head.
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as soon as he sees who it is, adlet stops mid-step. almost like he's frozen again like yesterday, or maybe more like things aren't connecting the way they should. then he laughs, empty. puts on a smile because that is what he does. shakes his head a little, laughs some more. ]
...I feel like I've done this already. [ the echoes. his head.
it doesn't matter, he won't look at them.
H̴̖̑̈́ȇ̵̪ ̷͈̾̿c̵͍͚͍̋̈͠a̶̫̔͌n̵̞͋͝'̴̢̳̈̐͝t̷̛̬̯̆̎ ̴̻̈́́͊l̵̖͌̀͒ö̸̞̩́o̷̭̊̿̽k̵̙̻͘ ̵͉̞̥̑͑͐a̴̬̜͋͐̿t̸͖̲̂͜ ̵͔͉̭͋t̴̩̹̂́̋ḣ̷̛̦͎̲͠ě̷̘m̸̗͕̗̉
He can move on reflex, to the tools (aren't these for horses?) picking up a horsehoe and a spike. ]