[ what. what the hell? the handkerchief gesture took as much kindness as hawthorne could muster, but twain snaking his way under his umbrella? now that's pushing it. he places an arm between them, and presses his palm against twain's soaked shirt, over his chest. ]
You're wet. Step aside. [ in case his order goes ignored as he's sure it will, he takes action first with a step back, moving the umbrella as far away from twain's head as possible, but trying to keep it over himself still. ] If you want to go somewhere worthwhile, there's a church not too far from here.
[ yeah, he knows that offer will be rejected, but he'll say anything to keep him away from both his body and an impending cold. ]
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You're wet. Step aside. [ in case his order goes ignored as he's sure it will, he takes action first with a step back, moving the umbrella as far away from twain's head as possible, but trying to keep it over himself still. ] If you want to go somewhere worthwhile, there's a church not too far from here.
[ yeah, he knows that offer will be rejected, but he'll say anything to keep him away from both his body and an impending cold. ]