[The moment of contemplation is enough for the edge of Walter's shock to begin to wear off. The towel is taken, yes, but this, he does not actually mind. Better that than that sopping, drenched mass of hair dripping puddles all over the house.
Still, he sighs.]
...What a bother. Oh well, at least you weren't dropped out in the middle of nowhere.
[And the snows had yet to come for the 'year', so they don't have the great misfortune of having to deal with that again.
Striding the few steps over to where the towels are stored, Walter grabs another large one up, offering it over with an extended arm. The first towel may be enough for the hair, but there is still the rest of the man to dry.]
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Still, he sighs.]
...What a bother. Oh well, at least you weren't dropped out in the middle of nowhere.
[And the snows had yet to come for the 'year', so they don't have the great misfortune of having to deal with that again.
Striding the few steps over to where the towels are stored, Walter grabs another large one up, offering it over with an extended arm. The first towel may be enough for the hair, but there is still the rest of the man to dry.]
Here. Take it.