[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/781144.html?thread=64074328#t64074328).]
As Remy emerged into the main hallway, and before he had the chance to turn left, he saw someone pause, turn to the wall, and bang his head against it.
It was a guy who had been walking a distance ahead of him in the hall... maybe around Linguini's age, and taller than Remy was now. He wasn't wearing the same clothes that most of the rest of the patients had.
If he kept it up, hitting his head on the wall, he was going to hurt himself, so Remy reluctantly ignored the impulse to go about his business: everyone had told him that he needed friends. In a tentative voice, he said, "Um... hi. You miiiiiight not want to... do that."
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As Remy emerged into the main hallway, and before he had the chance to turn left, he saw someone pause, turn to the wall, and bang his head against it.
It was a guy who had been walking a distance ahead of him in the hall... maybe around Linguini's age, and taller than Remy was now. He wasn't wearing the same clothes that most of the rest of the patients had.
If he kept it up, hitting his head on the wall, he was going to hurt himself, so Remy reluctantly ignored the impulse to go about his business: everyone had told him that he needed friends. In a tentative voice, he said, "Um... hi. You miiiiiight not want to... do that."