[ Oh, the awkward pause is palpable. Bruno's gaze darts between Syrlya and the grass before he ever so slowly finishes standing up. ]
Er, right. I'll just. [ He glances grasswards again and gives the back of his head a sheepish scratch. Welps. ] Sorry? I didn't... y'know, mean it. I'm sure it's very difficult being grass.
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Er, right. I'll just. [ He glances grasswards again and gives the back of his head a sheepish scratch. Welps. ] Sorry? I didn't... y'know, mean it. I'm sure it's very difficult being grass.