[At least someone's enjoying herself. Tyler wishes he could say the same - he nearly runs into her, almost out of breath - before screeching to a halt at the last second. His beads fly out of his hand (thank GOD), nearly pelting a poor bystander.
It takes him a moment to catch his breath, but once he does, he manages a thin smile.] Sorry about that.
[To uh, both her and the poor bystander, who just took the beads and ran. Not that Tyler minds.]
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It takes him a moment to catch his breath, but once he does, he manages a thin smile.] Sorry about that.
[To uh, both her and the poor bystander, who just took the beads and ran. Not that Tyler minds.]