04-03-2014, 01:33 AM
"Yeah, I'm fine," James brushed off the sleeves of his hoodie, shook the grass out of his hair. "Yeah. I'm glad you're okay. I saw something pass in front of the window before it broke, but I was busy talking to my friend, I don't know what it was." As if that reminded, he looked around frantically. Mobius was walking closer to them, wiping his bloodied hands off on a hankerchef he had in a pocket. James relaxed a little.
"I've hd better days," Mobius admitted, motioning with his cut-up hands. The blood was drying on his ear, blond curls muddy-brown and stuck to the drying blood. "I'm glad everyone else is alright. Especially you," he motioned at Max. "You took the brunt of the force."
"Is glass around here normally self-replacing?"
"I wish. I'd had my car broken into, it'd have been nice not to pay for that." Mobius tucked his handkerchief into a pocket and adjusted his glasses.
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