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Today in the Nexus, there is a man. Not too out of the ordinary - the man is reclining on a sofa with his hands laced behind his head, feet kicked up on a nearby table. He's wearing a business-casual suit; dress slacks, white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, loosened tie, patent leather shoes.
He's people-watching. More importantly, he's completely silent.
Guess you have to ask one too, huh, Leon?
"Alright, I've got one for you." He says. He appears to be as laid back as laid back can get without being asleep or drugged up. "What do you do or like that marks you as what you are? Where you're from, what time period you were born in."
He reclines a little more.
"Personally, I'm a huge Steelers fan. The Penguins, too, but..." a chuckle, "they don't count."
He's people-watching. More importantly, he's completely silent.
Guess you have to ask one too, huh, Leon?
"Alright, I've got one for you." He says. He appears to be as laid back as laid back can get without being asleep or drugged up. "What do you do or like that marks you as what you are? Where you're from, what time period you were born in."
He reclines a little more.
"Personally, I'm a huge Steelers fan. The Penguins, too, but..." a chuckle, "they don't count."