He saw it coming— weird-dressed kid walking down the street, weird-dressed kid tripping or falling or crashing right into him— there was no point trying to dodge. Instead, Nash just winces in sympathy. Like he's always tripping over his two left feet. He dusts himself off a bit, and glances over to see if the kid is alright.
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He saw it coming— weird-dressed kid walking down the street, weird-dressed kid tripping or falling or crashing right into him— there was no point trying to dodge. Instead, Nash just winces in sympathy. Like he's always tripping over his two left feet. He dusts himself off a bit, and glances over to see if the kid is alright.