[Today, just slightly behind the Oracular Spectacular, is a boy. He's doubled over and leaning against one of the tent posts for support. He looks bad... like he's trying not to be violently ill or collapse or both.
When he senses someone moving near the tent, he waves an arm, almost drunkenly.]
Farther Shores
When he senses someone moving near the tent, he waves an arm, almost drunkenly.]
I'm fine just... just gimme...
[He looks up. And blinks. A stranger.]
Who're you...?
[Looking that bad and still so rude. Impressive.]