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[bitnotgoodyeah]

[hello. if you happen to be walking through the most happening place in camp, AKA its renowned center, you may note a man standing awkwardly by himself. he's wearing a heavy winter coat and, if you venture close enough, he'll glance your way and say with the tone of the longsuffering:]

... Pack of fags, anyone? Anyone got a... pack of fags?

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[tobethemiracle]

I'm sixteen.

[bitnotgoodyeah]

[SO PAINED]

Oh. ... Nubile and fresh. I... like it.

[tobethemiracle]

Who are you, really?

[bitnotgoodyeah]

John Watson, at your service.

[pause]

Service.

[tobethemiracle]

Yes, yes, I got the innuendo the first time. Why are you doing this?

[bitnotgoodyeah]

A gentleman needs his hobbies.

[tobethemiracle]

Hm. Do we have any of them around?

[takes a step closer.]

[bitnotgoodyeah]

I think... we do, love.

[shuffles a step back]

[tobethemiracle]

Sure, and where would I find one?

[frowns, mutters something under his breath]

Let's play a game.

[bitnotgoodyeah]

Right here.

[exhales]

Let's hear it then, this game of yours.

[tobethemiracle]

Tag.

[taps him on the shoulder.]

You're not it. Now, how can I take that down without taking us with it?

[bitnotgoodyeah]

That's all?

[tobethemiracle]

I never claimed to be interesting.

[starts clicking his tongue as he thinks about this.]

You're a doctor, yeah?

[bitnotgoodyeah]

...

Some call me the doctor of love.

[aaand takes several steps back]

[tobethemiracle]

Well, if this goes badly then you can fix my hand. Oh. Try not to scream, okay? I know what I'm doing.

[yeah no, PERSONAL SPACE IS FOR LOSERS oh and he's just shoved his hand into the bomb and kind of groping around. WHAT HAPPENS NOW.]

[bitnotgoodyeah]

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