Redhawk Caldera Knock after walking through the door

The blonde hippie was stunned. Hell, he didn't know whether to feel groovy about her claiming him as hers, or to feel low about him being less desirable than a tree.
This girl is on fire.
But the show had to go on, didn't it?

The joker had a little card up his sleeve for the sweet little harlequin of his.
One called a smidge of sympathy.

"Well, it was gnarley knowin I got beat by a tree," he began, pawing at a frozen rock in the ground.
"Guess I'm gonna fly off that cliff over there, and land smoothly. Sucks I gotta be the one to die, when I was supposed to tell ya of Ash's Caretaker plans. He sure as hell wasn't gonna give ya with em."

A pretended sadness smothered his face, and he didn't even know if he properly looked sad. He wasn't used to even feeling down.

"Peace, doll face."

He turned, head hangin low, tail droopin as limp as a toad.
Dear Nature, it was so hard keepin a straight face around her.