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[mixedtraitor]

...huh. I was just on assignment in East City. What am I doing back in Central all of a sudden?

[In the middle of the city is standing a boy wearing a military uniform and a pair of sunglasses, looking extremely confused. For more information, check this OOC post.]

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[bestfullmetal]

--Leo!

[bestfullmetal]

I'm sure you'll come up with something.

[mixedtraitor]

You bet I will.

...so, uh... how's Fletcher?

[bestfullmetal]

Seeing as how I've had to chase him away from his little homecooked wheelchair ramp obstacle course twice this week? Just fine. *rubs his face, looking exasperated*

[mixedtraitor]

Obstacle course? He's still doing that?

[bestfullmetal]

The president of the student council puts rockets on his chair occasionally.

[mixedtraitor]

... [Facepalm.]

Maybe you should get him a helmet. And a seatbelt.

[bestfullmetal]

I was thinking dampers on the chair so the wheels can only go so fast.

[mixedtraitor]

Talking to him still doesn't help? When's he gonna outgrow this?

[bestfullmetal]

Hopefully sometime before I graduate.

[mixedtraitor]

Maybe you could install a remote control on it. So you can stop it when you need to.

[bestfullmetal]

*laughs a bit* That would be funny.

[mixedtraitor]

I know a guy who could probably do it, too.

[bestfullmetal]

Yeah? They won't screw up the chair, will they?

[mixedtraitor]

Nope, he's good at this kind of thing.

[bestfullmetal]

I'll think about it. I'm not so worried about him hurting himself, as him breaking the chair and it taking a few weeks to get it fixed.