Oh, this? [Another little shrug, and a nastily scraping sigh.] I'm just a bit sick. [Just a bit of tuberculosis. It's cool.] It's not catching, though, or getting any worse.
[He shifts a bit, attempting a disarming smile, but honestly... well, he's feeling a bit faint after struggling for breath in this dusty place for a while now. What's the point of resisting, really? He might as well gather strength before attempting to actually get out of this strange new game.]
But, ah... I suppose I've been on my feet a bit too long. If my friends find me like this, they're going to fuss. [It's easier to say it like that, easier to accept it on those terms. He looks over his shoulder into the room he just came from.] There's something like a small sofa back there? That's probably as good as it gets, before we can manage to get out of the game.
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[He shifts a bit, attempting a disarming smile, but honestly... well, he's feeling a bit faint after struggling for breath in this dusty place for a while now. What's the point of resisting, really? He might as well gather strength before attempting to actually get out of this strange new game.]
But, ah... I suppose I've been on my feet a bit too long. If my friends find me like this, they're going to fuss. [It's easier to say it like that, easier to accept it on those terms. He looks over his shoulder into the room he just came from.] There's something like a small sofa back there? That's probably as good as it gets, before we can manage to get out of the game.