[At least Joker doesn't fight against Ginko dragging his sorry drunk ass back up, a limp wet fish. Or. Well. A bird. Slumping back onto the branch, he rubs at his face.]
....Need ta get back home... [He means the trailer.] Doll'll...
[Rolling his L's is sounds like a mess, but, listen. Words. Wobbling a little, he pushes himself up and just kind of... flops against Ginko.]
[Oh, there's his hand. On the shoulder even, and not anywhere else.]
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....Need ta get back home... [He means the trailer.] Doll'll...
[Rolling his L's is sounds like a mess, but, listen. Words. Wobbling a little, he pushes himself up and just kind of... flops against Ginko.]
[Oh, there's his hand. On the shoulder even, and not anywhere else.]