[ There's maybe, like, five more seconds of staring before her comment snaps him out of wherever his head's gone. (Which is nowhere. It went nowhere.)
Wh-
—What's he doing? ]
What're you doing? Get offa me!
[ He rolls out from under her, which maybe ends up dumping her unceremoniously onto the grass, but look, she shouldn't have gone flailing on top of him in the first place. He was doing perfectly fine dealing with Mr. Lizard, who's apparently snatched his damn his mask and run off with it.
Great.
He flops back down with a sigh, arms splayed out dramatically. He quits. He's clocking out. ] This place is bullshit.
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Wh-
—What's he doing? ]
What're you doing? Get offa me!
[ He rolls out from under her, which maybe ends up dumping her unceremoniously onto the grass, but look, she shouldn't have gone flailing on top of him in the first place. He was doing perfectly fine dealing with Mr. Lizard, who's apparently snatched his damn his mask and run off with it.
Great.
He flops back down with a sigh, arms splayed out dramatically. He quits. He's clocking out. ] This place is bullshit.