[ So in Rip comes, with his bad posture and his bags of goodies, and an expression that looks a mix of uncomfortable and determined. ] Hello, Sara. [ This is terrible already and he hasn't even done anything yet.
In any case, Rip holds the bag up like he's brought a trophy home. ] As promised.
I'm not interrupting anything, am I? [ A stupid question-- if he was, she wouldn't have let him in. Regardless, Rip stands there unsure of where to go and scratching at the side of his jaw. Does he sit at the edge of her bed? On the floor? Stand off to the side...? ]
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In any case, Rip holds the bag up like he's brought a trophy home. ] As promised.
I'm not interrupting anything, am I? [ A stupid question-- if he was, she wouldn't have let him in. Regardless, Rip stands there unsure of where to go and scratching at the side of his jaw. Does he sit at the edge of her bed? On the floor? Stand off to the side...? ]
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[ Sara sits up, fully and looks over at him. Yep, definitely something on his mind. ]
Take a seat.
[ She grabs a couple of small glasses from the drawer inside her nightstand. ]
So what's on your mind, Rip?