[Someone is in a chipper mood. All that not-dying must have really been a pick-me-up for him. He even offers a genuine -- albeit tentative -- smile as he approaches, a small package tucked under one arm. Though still more vibrant than when they first met, some of the cinnamon color has definitely faded from his hair, though his eyes are as aglow as ever.]
Ah, Mister Pratt. Er, Deputy. Deputy Pratt. My apologies. We live but a few doors down from you now. How coincidental.
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[Someone is in a chipper mood. All that not-dying must have really been a pick-me-up for him. He even offers a genuine -- albeit tentative -- smile as he approaches, a small package tucked under one arm. Though still more vibrant than when they first met, some of the cinnamon color has definitely faded from his hair, though his eyes are as aglow as ever.]
Ah, Mister Pratt. Er, Deputy. Deputy Pratt. My apologies. We live but a few doors down from you now. How coincidental.