[He blinks and takes the tank, holding it up by its top as it unfolds to read the text. Connor lets out a small chuckle. ]
I like it. Thank you.
[It’s funny; he gets the joke. Though perhaps the irony of him wearing it, being as lean as he is, doesn’t quite connect.
Still, it’s an appreciated thing. Another souvenir to bring home. Connor folds it neatly across an arm, then looks at them once more.]
I suppose I’ll leave now. Goodbye and... fingers-crossed, as the saying goes.
[No point in putting it off. Connor turns around, looking at the door, and takes a step forward. The light softly envelops him, illuminates him as a silhouette swathed in energy. It swallows him whole.
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I like it. Thank you.
[It’s funny; he gets the joke. Though perhaps the irony of him wearing it, being as lean as he is, doesn’t quite connect.
Still, it’s an appreciated thing. Another souvenir to bring home. Connor folds it neatly across an arm, then looks at them once more.]
I suppose I’ll leave now. Goodbye and... fingers-crossed, as the saying goes.
[No point in putting it off. Connor turns around, looking at the door, and takes a step forward. The light softly envelops him, illuminates him as a silhouette swathed in energy. It swallows him whole.
And like that, he’s gone.]