[Hector starts walking at a calm, even pace, watching the chill air blows his breath upwards in misty clouds. He's barely three steps away before he speaks, with an equally melodramatic tone.]
Well then, we do not have all night. Do try not to fall behind.
[He course, this is before an all-too-amused chuckle escapes him; really, how does the redhead manage to do that and still keep a straight face?]
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Well then, we do not have all night. Do try not to fall behind.
[He course, this is before an all-too-amused chuckle escapes him; really, how does the redhead manage to do that and still keep a straight face?]