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[shadowsfound]

[Sort-of OOM: And another minor helping of Mary Sue flavored 'bitch, you did NOT' ((warnings for some language and bad-tempered mutants))]

Kevin's at a table, nursing a cold Pepsi and an ice pack, alternately. His face is bruised, though it's no worse.

He's not in a good mood. Botherable--yes, with caution.

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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy spots the bruises as he passes.

"You okay Kevin?" he asks, concerned. "You want some ice for those?"

[shadowsfound]

Kevin holds up the ice pack. "I'm alright, I think. Little sore. I didn't think Sooraya had that mean a right fist."

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy blinks.

"Sooraya did that to you?" He's met her a few times, and this doesn't fit in at all. "Was it here?"

[shadowsfound]

"She was upset," Kevin replies, shrugging. " Yes, here, and no, I'm not narc'ing on her to Security for something this stupid."

[angsty_spider]

Peter saw a face he recognized. He made his way to the table.

"Hey," said Peter.

[shadowsfound]

"Hey, Parker. What's up?"

[angsty_spider]

"Nothing," said Peter, "you?"

Peter sat down, he was covered from head to toe in city grime.

[shadowsfound]

Kevin lacks in Grime Identification skills. But yes, it gets noticed.
"Keeping busy, here and there. My door's still gone, so I've been looking for
work to do here. Been working out? or"