Anashti l Brat Pack l Sally & Dr. Finklestein
If there was anything hurt on Evan, it was merely his pride. And even that was merely bruised, as falling was really not the end of the universe. Picking himself up, he brushed off his robes, noticing a stain that would probably warrant a trip to the laundry room later with a small frown. At least washing was easy as well. He shook his head at her questions, appreciating the concern. "I'm alright, thank you though." On both counts. "Just lost my footing, I suppose."
He brushed at his robes again, before hearing the greeting of Lisa's brother and nodded his head in response. He'd definitely been called worse, and was not at all offended if she forgot his name as he was terrible with them himself. "Yeah, Evan. Kaira, right? Lisa can't stop raving about those sandwiches."
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