[ As Luke sits down, a broad shadow’s immediately cast over him. ]
No point in fighting it, pal. Just say the word and maybe I’ll help ya out.
[ And here’s Sinsa, blotting out the light with his imposing form and his imposing hair. Though sans shirt, power gloves, prosthetic, and even wrench, he’s no less intimidating clad in merely those bright yellow tracksuit pants, hand on one hip while his stump of an elbow hangs freely on the other side.
He’s already looking plenty scuffed and dusty himself, but the butterflies don’t seem to mind given that they’re still fluttering all over him. ]
III!
No point in fighting it, pal. Just say the word and maybe I’ll help ya out.
[ And here’s Sinsa, blotting out the light with his imposing form and his imposing hair. Though sans shirt, power gloves, prosthetic, and even wrench, he’s no less intimidating clad in merely those bright yellow tracksuit pants, hand on one hip while his stump of an elbow hangs freely on the other side.
He’s already looking plenty scuffed and dusty himself, but the butterflies don’t seem to mind given that they’re still fluttering all over him. ]