[color=5048cd][b]Ryuji Igarashi - Traffic Jam - District 19[/b]

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Here."[/color] He said simply, glasses catching the light for a moment as he retrieved them from his collar and sent them her way with an underhand toss. Obviously she [i]could[/i] see without them, so there wasn't any reason to worry about hitting her in the face...

Well, on second thought, that would be pretty funny. A woman ripping a signpost out from the concrete and not being able to catch a pair of glasses? Pretty ridiculous, especially after her other stunts. Imagine jumping off of balconies if you can't track a softballed pair of specs, really.

Wiping the smirk off of his face after a moment's imagined slapstick, the pizza boy raised an eyebrow and the well-traveled cardboard box in unison. [color=5048cd]"Never dropped it."[/color] he replied, before exaggeratedly puffing his chest up. [color=5048cd]"Luigi's Pizzeria employs only the finest in transportation specialists. A freak of nature is nothing for one of us when we're on our game. In fact, I would go as far as to say the service environment has us rated, much like crash-test dummies, for mental stress well beyond what that thing was capable of."[/color]

Prying the lid open, he peered inside for a moment before resealing, hopefully not having let too much heat escape. Some people didn't mind cold pizza, the freaks, but nobody wanted it cold on [i]delivery[/i].

[color=5048cd]"Looks like it just slid around a bit— Shall we be off? No telling what else'll be out on these streets."[/color]