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[king_ofthemods]

To say Vince Noir lacked depth wouldn't exactly be true. You see, nestled between the nonsense and the chaos, Vince had random moments of utter clarity and introspection... or sometimes outrospection, depending who he was with. It didn't happen often, and it wasn't really cause for concern. After all, his lone braincell might have been a bit

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[rictor_scale]

Most of the day Rictor had spent starting on some of the foundation for his tree house. It was a slow process with only one person and after trudging back to the Compound and taking his shower, he was more than a little tired. So instead of bothering climbing back up the stairs or anything, he'd just headed into the rec room.

"At least it's done playing Men at Work," Rictor pointed out, pleased to see Vince even if he seemed to be a little bent out of shape about the jukebox being evil. "There's only so many times I can stand to listen to 'Who can it be now?'" Or "Safety Dance."

[king_ofthemods]

"I like the Safety Dance," Vince said, momentarily distracted by Rictor. Clean Rictor. Damp and fresh from the shower, Rictor...

His mind wandered for a moment, just until the chorus kicked in, causing Vince to scowl and turn his attention back to the jukebox.

"Right," he said, voice hard and all business. "Take that!" he huffed, kicking the jukebox as hard as he could... And then swearing very loudly.

"Bloody-flipping... OW!" he yelped, hopping on one foot and staggering right into Rictor.

[rictor_scale]

Rictor did his best not to smile or anything as he caught one of Vince's elbows to steady him. "I think you better let it think it's got the best of you and plot revenge for a later date. Are you all right?"

[king_ofthemods]

Vince sulked a little, but nodded his agreement. "Yeah, alright... and I'm fine, just stubbed my toe. Actually, make that toes, yeah," he said, looking down at his foot.