[Crane's around here, somewhere. Abbie is fairly sure of that, despite the seemingly impossible matter of losing the walking, stiffly talking bean stalk in the masses. It shouldn't be that hard to find him, long as he is, but well, here she is, and Crane is quite clearly somewhere else entirely.
Usually, she's much more aware of her surroundings, swear on the badge and everything. But the thing is, she's just a bit distracted by trying to spit a a tall man who fits into this time period entirely too well to be spotted with as much ease as back home.
It's because of this that she finds herself turning around sharply only to smack right into another person.
Abbie kinda hates carnivals, and she blames it entirely on the eternal struggle of her (lack of) height versus big crowds. Not exactly like she can flash her badge here, either.]
Sorry, didn't really look where I was going there.
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Usually, she's much more aware of her surroundings, swear on the badge and everything. But the thing is, she's just a bit distracted by trying to spit a a tall man who fits into this time period entirely too well to be spotted with as much ease as back home.
It's because of this that she finds herself turning around sharply only to smack right into another person.
Abbie kinda hates carnivals, and she blames it entirely on the eternal struggle of her (lack of) height versus big crowds. Not exactly like she can flash her badge here, either.]
Sorry, didn't really look where I was going there.