[R's more than happy to tag along. He slouches after her, shouldering his way through the gap without worrying about things like rusted metal jutting out or the fact he's really too tall to squeeze in here. His hand closes around Julie's hand, squeezing.
He wants to be funny. R thinks he used to be witty. There's jokes that flit in and out, punchlines that fall apart halfway through. Oh well. Can't hurt to try, R opening his mouth to groan again]
Shopping...spree? No lines.
[R finally pops out the other side, straightening as much as his slump will allow. He still towers head and shoulders over Julie as he glances around. It's probably been months since any Dead have been in here]
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He wants to be funny. R thinks he used to be witty. There's jokes that flit in and out, punchlines that fall apart halfway through. Oh well. Can't hurt to try, R opening his mouth to groan again]
Shopping...spree? No lines.
[R finally pops out the other side, straightening as much as his slump will allow. He still towers head and shoulders over Julie as he glances around. It's probably been months since any Dead have been in here]