[Tas's feeling of unease only grows the longer they stay, to the point where he's sure he won't be able to stand it any longer. He sits up a bit straighter, moving to step down from his barstool when Tic suddenly grabs his sleeve, staying him.]
Tas...Tas...
I just said for ya t'keep y-
No, I know that guy! Sittin' by ya! It's Ralph, remember?
[Tas goes rigid, pulling his arm back to jostle Tic a bit to quiet him down. He'd gotten too loud for his tastes, first of all. And second....now he's realized why the character was so familiar to him.
They're definitely treading on thin ice at this point, and Tas knows it's high time for them to be making tracks. If that big oaf of a wrecker recognizes them now and blows their cover, well...he's not really sure what they're going to do.]
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Tas...Tas...
I just said for ya t'keep y-
No, I know that guy! Sittin' by ya! It's Ralph, remember?
[Tas goes rigid, pulling his arm back to jostle Tic a bit to quiet him down. He'd gotten too loud for his tastes, first of all. And second....now he's realized why the character was so familiar to him.
They're definitely treading on thin ice at this point, and Tas knows it's high time for them to be making tracks. If that big oaf of a wrecker recognizes them now and blows their cover, well...he's not really sure what they're going to do.]