[It's not been a good day for Manolo. Every now and again, he catches glimpses of that giant demonic bull and when he looks at his own hands, he can't tell if they're the normal (albeit wooden) flesh or skeletal.
He's decidedly frazzled when he makes it to the bridge, but at least Robin if REAL company of the NOT DEAD kind. He'll take that tiny snag of reality over all of this crap. The usual bounce gone out of him, he goes to lean on a wall.]
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He's decidedly frazzled when he makes it to the bridge, but at least Robin if REAL company of the NOT DEAD kind. He'll take that tiny snag of reality over all of this crap. The usual bounce gone out of him, he goes to lean on a wall.]
Any luck yet?
[Please have luck yet, Robin. Please please. ]