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Henry Townshend (guyin302) wrote in utr_logs,

Henry was all set to continue making small talk and little quips while they shopped. Even though they were weapon shopping, it felt normal, and he was ready to act the way he normally did when he went shopping with Eileen.

All set, that is, until the old man identified him.

Luckily the old man turned right away, or he'd have caught Henry's hand moving towards his laptop bag. In his experience, strangers that knew who you were didn't bode well. Then again, he'd also grown more paranoid after Innsmouth. His mind briefly flashed back to the horrific visage of Dagon bursting up from the ground, and the screams as people tried to dodge it's massive claw swipes, the conventional ammunition doing absolutely nothing against it...

Henry didn't even realize the color had drained from his face, or that his eyes were now as wide as saucers. It took an impressive force of will, but he pushed the memory to the back of his mind and took a deep breath, his face returning to a more controlled appearance as he let the breath out. "Yeah. Yeah, he seems okay." He hoped it sounded more convincing than it felt.