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[diseasedvermin]

In Metropolis, mid-morning there's a rat in a sewer. A rat in a sewer cursing his own stupidity

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[not_a_dragon]

Shay's not great at sublety.

There's a rather bright flash of blue flame to herald his arrival, before he's wandering over to Tom, snapping shut his shackles and pulling his sleeve over them as he goes.
"You don't look so good."

[not_a_dragon]

"There were also no refreshments." Regretfully.

[diseasedvermin]

"Coulda brought some in if you wanted some," Tom notes.

[not_a_dragon]

"It's not the same."

[diseasedvermin]

One very strong eye-roll follows.

"Some blokes gotta pick on any little thing."

[not_a_dragon]

"Good thing none of them are here."

[diseasedvermin]

"Good thing you're useful - I can't be the only bloke that's thought of offin' you when you get this annoyin'."

[not_a_dragon]

Shay just sticks his tongue out.

[diseasedvermin]

Tom aims a none-too-gentle punch at his shoulder.

[not_a_dragon]

Shay snickers, cuffing Tom upside the head in response.

[diseasedvermin]

Is attempted head-lock and noogie time now, yes?

[not_a_dragon]

That is the proper etiquette for such a situation, yes.