[Clover looks mildly upset thinking about the answer to that question.]
I ain’t got no place t’stay fer th’night, I’s afraid.
𝘾𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀𝙍!
a place to rest .ᐣ why so .ᐣ
[ a slight head tilt to accompany his question . ]
𝐈𝐈𝐈 ── “ 𝓣𝐇𝐄 𝓥𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐑. ”
[Clover looks over to the other, smiling warmly.]
Oh! Howdy! I suppose so… I’m jus’ lookin’ fer a place t’rest for th’night.
𝘾𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀𝙍!
( + )
he steps away from the work bench he was at to speak to clover . ]
... excuse me . are you lost, child .ᐣ
𝐈𝐈𝐈 ── “ 𝓣𝐇𝐄 𝓥𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐑. ”
