[ iggy's head pops up from where he is running his hands over another rack of clothes. it's more difficult than he is used to because he is used to fang and max picking clothes that would somehow fit their lanky frames. he can't exactly check the sizes.
his face turns to roy but just slightly off, eyes unfocused. he holds up a hand like he is ready to catch whatever "this" is. ]
Sure, toss it over.
[ hopefully it's not, like, a crowbar.
it would be messed up to take out the blind kid on day... something. one? three? whatever, iggy doesn't have a day/night schedule on account of not being a rooster that wakes with the sun. ]
( CLOTHING STORE )
his face turns to roy but just slightly off, eyes unfocused. he holds up a hand like he is ready to catch whatever "this" is. ]
Sure, toss it over.
[ hopefully it's not, like, a crowbar.
it would be messed up to take out the blind kid on day... something. one? three? whatever, iggy doesn't have a day/night schedule on account of not being a rooster that wakes with the sun. ]