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[foursuit]

[He doesn't agree with it, but he says nothing, lowering his head.]

[noholding]

[L-l-laffo. He just grins.]

Shit, man. Heavy shit.

[foursuit]

I know.

[He is a bit snappish.]

[noholding]

[He doesn't even react to snappy mc-snapper, just keeps on smiling.]

I don't think I care enough to put that much work into it.

[foursuit]

[B|]

It'd take more than one person, anyway.

[noholding]

[He raises his eyebrows.]

Says who?

[foursuit]

[He half-shrugs.]

Everyone in charge, where I'm from.

[noholding]

[He laughs. There's a problem with this boy, something wrong in his smile and good humor.]

Fuck 'em.

[foursuit]

[Gives him a look, who is this weirdo.]

Right. That's a great token of advice toward an entire standing army, practically.

[noholding]

[A fucking weirdo, man.]

Yep. [He grins.]

[foursuit]

[Reese will just assume you're on drugs.]

And who are you? [Too much grinning.]

[noholding]

[Sober as a rock, and he doesn't offer out his hand when he answers,]

Name's Ian.

[foursuit]

Hi, Ian. [That's fine, he doesn't either.] Reese. It's probably better if you forget my name after you've heard it, though.

[noholding]

Probably will, you don't strike me as that important.

[Not a cruel note to his voice, not even earnest honesty, it's just his answer.]

[foursuit]

[That's the best thing he's ever heard, you have no idea. Very definitively:]

I'm not.

[noholding]

[He laughs.]

Hey man, I got it in one.