Re: Registration: Bruce & Sasha
Being smacked wouldn't have surprised him, to be honest. Bruce supposed he'd earned at least one act of mild physical violence—and, he was expecting as much from Selina once he finally saw her in person. (If, perhaps, he'd briefly scanned the crowd for her? That was neither here nor there.) But he certainly wasn't going to complain if he got a smile in return instead. Despite everything, it was nice to see a familiar face. He'd always liked Sasha.
"My basket," he echoed, his gaze dropping to woven pink plastic in her proffered hand. He'd have preferred a different color, or perhaps to simply offer his assistance while she collected the eggs, but he knew very well that she wouldn't accept his refusal. If he was going to participate in this charity event, he might as well do it properly. "Of course." With a small laugh, Bruce accepted the basket and tried not to imagine how ridiculous he must have looked holding it.
Ah, well. All in good fun.
There was a small flashlight in his pocket, but he didn't reach for it yet. "Main is fine." The basket swung idly in his fingers as he followed, in no particular hurry, though in the back of his mind there was something... an itch, a niggling persistence he couldn't place—he tried to ignore it as they walked.