"Nesreca?" Grimmer did not believe the Clown, since, as he had creepily stated himself, it was crazy; but...everything that just happened was so weird, that a tiny portion of him didn't automatically dis-believe him either. "Than those people out there?" He laughed lightly and jerked his thumb towards the entrance.
"Hm, somebody put a note on me?" Grimmer fished through his pockets, and, finding nothing, glanced towards his shoulder bag. Was this guy trying to find a reason to mug him? He took several steps away, and watching the clown out of his eye, dug through his bag quickly.
After making note of the picnic knife left at the top of the bag, it didn't take long for him to find the PDA.
"Hm? How did this get here?" He turned it on and suspiciously switched his gaze between the clown and the PDA's screen. He was very familiar with the current 1998 technology, and he had never seen something as fancy as this.
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"Hm, somebody put a note on me?" Grimmer fished through his pockets, and, finding nothing, glanced towards his shoulder bag. Was this guy trying to find a reason to mug him? He took several steps away, and watching the clown out of his eye, dug through his bag quickly.
After making note of the picnic knife left at the top of the bag, it didn't take long for him to find the PDA.
"Hm? How did this get here?" He turned it on and suspiciously switched his gaze between the clown and the PDA's screen. He was very familiar with the current 1998 technology, and he had never seen something as fancy as this.