[He drums his fingers for a moment, then hefted himself up out of the window and onto the roof. With-- well, a little less hesitation than before, he crawled and shuffled over to where Cassandra was seated, sitting back and drawing his legs up in front of his chest to imitate the way she was sitting.]
Um... [He fidgets a moment with the end of his sleeve, searching for something to actually... uh, say. And maybe he was a little intimidated. Just. A little.]
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Um... [He fidgets a moment with the end of his sleeve, searching for something to actually... uh, say. And maybe he was a little intimidated. Just. A little.]
Are you OK...?