[ trucy gets to bear witness to this sudden defusing of this person's spirit. even his initial outburst doesn't concern her as much as his last did; at least he seems to be motivated to explain himself in some way.
not that it lasts very long. he repeats that word she doesn't recognize, the apex, and suddenly he's slumped against the wall, trying to catch his breath as if he'd been running for miles. some of the goods he'd stolen even go clattering to the floor, bouncing and rolling elsewhere along the linoleum. good thing trucy's the only one here for now.
he's not lying. trucy knows that her own "sense" isn't as sharp as apollo's, and maybe this person could be an incredible actor, but nothing about him betrays any sense of facetiousness. trucy's suddenly concerned, and she takes a single step forward, her gloved hands reaching out but keeping a safe distance from this smelly, panicking, lonesome-looking person. ]
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not that it lasts very long. he repeats that word she doesn't recognize, the apex, and suddenly he's slumped against the wall, trying to catch his breath as if he'd been running for miles. some of the goods he'd stolen even go clattering to the floor, bouncing and rolling elsewhere along the linoleum. good thing trucy's the only one here for now.
he's not lying. trucy knows that her own "sense" isn't as sharp as apollo's, and maybe this person could be an incredible actor, but nothing about him betrays any sense of facetiousness. trucy's suddenly concerned, and she takes a single step forward, her gloved hands reaching out but keeping a safe distance from this smelly, panicking, lonesome-looking person. ]
Hey... Are you okay?