[He's still jumpy, his eyes shifting from side to side anxiously as they walk. If she listens closely, he's just repeating the same phrase over and over again: the bulls are coming, the bulls are coming.
He can't restrain it, but at the very least he can keep it quiet. So, in the last attempt to keep some sense of control over his own actions, he merely mutters, ignoring the compulsion to outright scream.
His steps come to a sudden halt when they get to the place - a small grocery that doesn't look like it's frequented by many. With a small pause to steel himself, he bites down hard on his lip and enters silently.]
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He can't restrain it, but at the very least he can keep it quiet. So, in the last attempt to keep some sense of control over his own actions, he merely mutters, ignoring the compulsion to outright scream.
His steps come to a sudden halt when they get to the place - a small grocery that doesn't look like it's frequented by many. With a small pause to steel himself, he bites down hard on his lip and enters silently.]