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[darkest0knight]

"Hey, Tony-boy, you got a regular down front."
He looked up at the remark and craned his neck to peer out the window along with the other boy. A heavyset man in a business suit stood nervously under the worn and faded awning of the nearby hotel, briefcase in tow. He swayed a little as he stood, red-faced, glancing from side to side.
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[blue_satin_pjs]

...Tony.

[OOC: also memory theater'd today, will put up YouTube links/snippets after I sleep.]

[darkest0knight]

Yeah?

[blue_satin_pjs]

I didn't mean to see them.

[darkest0knight]

...S'okay. I mean-

Curses here like to air out everyone's dirty laundry eventually.

[stokerwasahack]

Tony?

[OOC: Same question as entry #2. :)]

[darkest0knight]

It's fine, okay? Just...no one's supposed to be able to see those.

[stokerwasahack]

You and I should talk ... but later, perhaps.

[darkest0knight]

There's nothin' to talk about.

How's Victory and Celluci today? Cursed, uncursed, trying to kill things with sticks?