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[withloadedguns]

This place is lousy with smilers.

Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.

[ooc: In other news, somebody's horse got turned into a motorcycle again (yes, again) for the purposes of 1950s angsty, um, "youth." He'll be riding around, looking cool, feeling cynical and scornful about your gray flannel suburban lives

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[dulcisnuntius]

[Hey there, cowboy. Here's Dulcie, leaning against a nearby wall and smoking a cigarette.]

What have you got against smiling?

[withloadedguns]

[Sits on his bike and looks cool. Natch.]

It's not worth anything if nobody means it.

[dulcisnuntius]

Who says people don't mean it? I always mean everything I do.

[withloadedguns]

I guess you're the only one that does.

[orangetoughguy]

Are you telling a joke?

[withloadedguns]

No.

[orangetoughguy]

Cause I don't get it.

[withloadedguns]

Try thinking about it.

[specifics]

What makes you say that?

[withloadedguns]

Look around.

[specifics]

I am, but I'm still not sure how talking to someone adds up to missing them, or did I read you wrong?

[withloadedguns]

Yeah. You did.

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[ruthless_hunter]

[He'll see your motorcycle and raise you a car. A car that finds itself right next to your bike at a stoplight.]

Nice ride.

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[withloadedguns]

You too.

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[ruthless_hunter]

Custom painted, all the way.

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[withloadedguns]

Pretty impressive.

[immortaltwat]

[You're not the only one with a motorbike, Nameless Dude. Though Nathan's has never been his horse. Or his anything, since he stole it. He's a ton-up boy today, his usual Harrington replaced by a leather jacket.]

That makes no sense. Maybe you should take your own advice and stop talking.

[withloadedguns]

Yeah, maybe.

[immortaltwat]

I notice you aren't. Does that mean you're going to miss me?

[withloadedguns]

[A. Look. It suggests "no."]