〝 Yeah, yeah. Whatever, kid. Feel as sorry as you want. Pills, 〞she asserted, stretching out a hand to receive the items he got from his backpack. 〝 Now that I have a good look at you, you look like that orange merc. Eugh. Tell me you two aren’t related. . . 〞
ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ ⠀“ It's the least I can do if it's causing any inconvenience. I have no problem being myself with anyone. Pills.ᐟ Understood, I have some in my backpack, give me a few seconds. ”ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ ⠀And he started searching in his backpack; he usually carried a lot of things he didn't need.