[IMAGINE SOMEONE JUST WALKING IN TO THE SMELL OF BURNING FLESH AND BLOOD.
He will wait patiently while Mandricardo runs around like the helpful lad he is, though. He still feels guilty about being this burdensome, but he doesn't bother voicing it aloud again.
At the question, without a pause:]
Left, if you'd please. [He'll hold that one out! It's clear this is the hand he favors.] The right doesn't matter as much, as long as this one is fine.
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He will wait patiently while Mandricardo runs around like the helpful lad he is, though. He still feels guilty about being this burdensome, but he doesn't bother voicing it aloud again.
At the question, without a pause:]
Left, if you'd please. [He'll hold that one out! It's clear this is the hand he favors.] The right doesn't matter as much, as long as this one is fine.