[Picky was making a quick stop to the store for his drone-mom for milk and bread, and that's where he spotted someone that... he was pretty sure was familiar. There was an awful lot of clothing on the guy. And he didn't look so good.
Loaf of bread in hand, Picky approaches timidly and cautiously.]
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Loaf of bread in hand, Picky approaches timidly and cautiously.]
Um... hello. You're Luke, right?
...you okay?