[ York is still in his armor even though it's a party, but his helmet is off and held under his arm as he wanders through the crowd, looking for anyone he knows. He's got a handful of those cherry-legume things in one hand, that he pops in his mouth from time to time.
When he spots Tex heading for him he smiles and gives a little wave, then his eye settles on Carl. His good eye, that is. The dead one is solid white, in the middle of a scar that cuts from his eyebrow to low on his cheek. He doesn't bother wearing a patch. ]
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When he spots Tex heading for him he smiles and gives a little wave, then his eye settles on Carl. His good eye, that is. The dead one is solid white, in the middle of a scar that cuts from his eyebrow to low on his cheek. He doesn't bother wearing a patch. ]
Hey. New friend?