[She's leaning against the wall, and if she hadn't needed her cane to keep her from toppling over whenever her leg decided it was done with her, she'd have crossed her arms.]
What's wrong? You've been acting odd all day and suddenly you don't stink like cigarettes as badly as usual. Something you want to talk about?
[N-No can't look like a wuss in front of adorable geek girl! Quinn does his best to stand up straight, and leans against the pole nonchalantly. He's not fooling anyone.]
H-Hey, yeah... I'm okay... Just takin' a breather, ya know?
[Given that Lyn lives just next door, it's not surprising that the TV gets his attention. Especially the fact that it's playing a movie he knows. He's drawn like a moth to a flame, and immensely pleased to see it.]
Shit, you've got movies from - [He finds himself wanting to say things like 'back home' or 'the present' or something like that, and almost stops himself because this is Mayfield and there's no guarantee that's accurate...but then, on reflection, realizes that this guy wouldn't exactly have them if they weren't from his home.] - from back home? And an actual TV? That's fucking badass.
[Quinn grins a little.] Sure do, man. TV, movies, music... Maybe some day they'll send me back my game consoles. Have a seat if a want. And I got hundred of movies on these servers, so name somethin' and I'll see if I got it.
Holy fuck. [Despite his long life, Lyn is very much a creature of the technological age, and his tech lust at all the stuff Quinn is describing is obvious. And, with Quinn living right next door to him and freely offering to share, stealing any of this stuff doesn't even seem necessary - an extra bonus.] You got Die Hard, man?
[He sits - or, more accurately, perches, like a skittish bird that might fly off any second, because it's impossible for Lyn to completely relax. But he's staying until Quinn kicks him out, in any case, eyes hungrily devouring the screen.] You even have fucking game consoles coming to you? You must have had one hell of a setup back home.
[Oh Lyn. You just sealed your status as New Super Awesome Friend with that request.]
Do I? Man, you're only askin' about my favorite movie ever. [He'll walk over to his laptop and switch that movie on. But interestingly enough, he doesn't type on the keyboard. He just lays a hand on the machine, and it does it in a manner of seconds.]
Sure do, man. The hippest condo on the entire East Coast, in my opinion.
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[She's leaning against the wall, and if she hadn't needed her cane to keep her from toppling over whenever her leg decided it was done with her, she'd have crossed her arms.]
What's wrong? You've been acting odd all day and suddenly you don't stink like cigarettes as badly as usual. Something you want to talk about?
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Nothin's wrong, per se. I'm tryin' to quit. So I apologize in advance if I start actin' like an ass.
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Apology accepted. But what got you started on quitting? Two packs a day to nothing? That's a pretty huge jump, you know.
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Takes the opportunity to try and nap.]]
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He jumps after the third pane hits and crashes right out of his seat.]]
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Hey, Quinn, you okay?
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H-Hey, yeah... I'm okay... Just takin' a breather, ya know?
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Okay, but don't wear yourself out too much.
[Then she notices the lack of cigarette.]
... Huh, this is the first time I've seen you without a cigarette.
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Shit, you've got movies from - [He finds himself wanting to say things like 'back home' or 'the present' or something like that, and almost stops himself because this is Mayfield and there's no guarantee that's accurate...but then, on reflection, realizes that this guy wouldn't exactly have them if they weren't from his home.] - from back home? And an actual TV? That's fucking badass.
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[He sits - or, more accurately, perches, like a skittish bird that might fly off any second, because it's impossible for Lyn to completely relax. But he's staying until Quinn kicks him out, in any case, eyes hungrily devouring the screen.] You even have fucking game consoles coming to you? You must have had one hell of a setup back home.
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Do I? Man, you're only askin' about my favorite movie ever. [He'll walk over to his laptop and switch that movie on. But interestingly enough, he doesn't type on the keyboard. He just lays a hand on the machine, and it does it in a manner of seconds.]
Sure do, man. The hippest condo on the entire East Coast, in my opinion.
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