[So far, in the space of ten minutes, he's been yanked halfway across the city, screamed at, dropped into a pond, and mocked. Yeah, this is exactly what he wanted.]
[He picks a sodden sock off his shoulder, where he's hung them to drip, and throws it at York, aiming to hit him across the face. At least it's not York's blind side.]
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[He picks a sodden sock off his shoulder, where he's hung them to drip, and throws it at York, aiming to hit him across the face. At least it's not York's blind side.]