[Santa trails after Duster, somewhat reminiscent of a lost puppy. He's in his street clothes, too, and without his Crystallian job skills. He's acutely aware that he's in a weird world without any sort of edge. At home, he has access to knowledge, and the smarts to work the system to his advantage. Here, in a world of magic and weird walking fish eggs, he's got nothing.]
Hey, uh, wait up.
[If he keeps with Duster, at least he knows he's got someone on his side.]
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Hey, uh, wait up.
[If he keeps with Duster, at least he knows he's got someone on his side.]