[ Oz attention was caught at the light touch, and he filed that name away in his memory. Allen Walker... It must be someone close to Gil, with how lightly he had traced the lettering. But he shake his head and puts on the briefest, brightest smile that he can. It was completely, one hundred percent blank for a second before he turns to stare up and down the wall, searching. ]
I'm sure you didn't meant too! We'll just have to find a rock to sit on then... [ or just use the wall, but that seemed, strangely, disrespectful. ]
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I'm sure you didn't meant too! We'll just have to find a rock to sit on then... [ or just use the wall, but that seemed, strangely, disrespectful. ]