[He doesn't even wait for a hand up or anything like that, just sets to scrambling to his feet. By the time he gets there, he's looking a bit nauseous.
And that fall made him notice something. His lighter is in its proper place, but in the other pocket, where he's taken to carrying the switchknife again...
He fumbles around in the pocket for a minute, then curses again.]
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And that fall made him notice something. His lighter is in its proper place, but in the other pocket, where he's taken to carrying the switchknife again...
He fumbles around in the pocket for a minute, then curses again.]
And my knife's gone.