[ Orpheus looks up from the notebook, still looking visibly rattled. He has the jacket laid out carefully on the ground along with the rest of his winnings(?) and glances at it before looking back at the girl. The girl who's just asked him a question. What did she ask him? Oh, right. He takes a second to respond, but he does catch up to what's going on around him before she has a chance to repeat the question or anything. ]
Oh, um, yes. Do you want it? I don't think it would fit me very well.
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[ Orpheus looks up from the notebook, still looking visibly rattled. He has the jacket laid out carefully on the ground along with the rest of his winnings(?) and glances at it before looking back at the girl. The girl who's just asked him a question. What did she ask him? Oh, right. He takes a second to respond, but he does catch up to what's going on around him before she has a chance to repeat the question or anything. ]
Oh, um, yes. Do you want it? I don't think it would fit me very well.