Rubbing his chin absently, Sid tipped his head a bit to the side and studied the bleachers. "Yeah, we are..." he agreed. In spite of the fact that everything else in this bloody place looked in shambles, the bleachers looked fairly fit, still.
"You reckon they'd have tools in the thrift shop? Like...a...hardware section, yeah?" he asked, raising his eyebrows and looking over at him.
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