( They don't land on his face simply because he has better reflexes than that, shifting to one side out of the way of the projectile so that the socks land in a puddle of melted slush by his feet. Geto looks to them, then looks to the girl with a singular eyebrow raising of it's own accord, ever so faintly amused. )
They're red. That's good luck. I wouldn't throw that away so quickly in a place like this.
( Though the lucky bags are a notorious scam. So maybe she has the right of it. )
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They're red. That's good luck. I wouldn't throw that away so quickly in a place like this.
( Though the lucky bags are a notorious scam. So maybe she has the right of it. )