GHB 6: [orb]

[goldeneyeball]

<sub>[Well, well well! Look whose ugly mug has finally shown back up in the orb. James lays flat on his stomach in the tall grass of the field between the town and the woods. There are twigs and leaves in his hair and he's got...quite a bit of stubble goin' on there. Might even call it the start of a beard. His robes are torn and the circles under his eyes might suggest his father was a raccoon.]

[It's been...a while.]</sub>

Whut....what day is it.

_{[He's quiet for a time and just stares at the orb in his hand. He wasn't so sure he'd ever see civilization again.]}

I'll...give a silver coin to th' first motherfucker that brings me a sandwich.

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[shiromadoushi]

[[Follows JW's gaze, debating if he should offer another small heal to clear them up or not]]

Want some company, next time? People are less likely to be spirited away when they're not alone...

[goldeneyeball]

I don't think there's gonna be a next time, Peewee.

_{[JW shoves himself to his feet and starts staggering for town in order to get his bearings.]}

'Priciate it.

[shiromadoushi]

[[Welp, he hadn't changed any while away, that was for sure.]]

Anytime.

[[And Bakura's just... going to follow JW back. Just to make sure he makes it.]]