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[thehighestwing]

Phoebe is leaning against a wall, eating a hot dog, listening to her i-pod.

She's rocking out to Billie Jean, for your information.

One would think someone like her would be fond of Miley Cyrus and the like, but no. Phoebe can appreciate the classics.

And so, she is leaning against a wall, humming to herself.

Yes, she is leaning against that

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[americafxyea]

John actually hadn't planned on relieving himself on this particular wall today. In fact, he managed to find an actual bathroom in time. Nevertheless, on his morning walk, he is passing by that very spot. That one chick's "wall" or whatever her name was. Did he end up getting that? Huh. He couldn't quite remember.

He glances over to the little nook, just out of habit and continues to stroll on--OH WAIT. He's back tracking a few steps, a big grin spreading across his face.

"Oh hey there! Long time no see. Don't tell me you've been waiting here all this time. I mean--I get that I'm a pretty awesome guy but that would put you at the top of my fanbase!" He gives her a wink. God what are you John.

[thehighestwing]

Seriously, John. What is your life, even. Phoebe waits for no one, okay. Everyone waits for Phoebe instead. She is like a train that everyone wants to take a ride on, yeah.

... Wait.

Phoebe nearly drops the hot dog. Her surprised expression swiftly turns into a deeply offended scowl. "Uh, don't flatter yourself, k? Modesty's good for everyone once in a while. Also, not into blondes. I hang out here all the time."

"--and don't think about peeing anywhere near this wall."

[americafxyea]

John scrunches his nose up and squints, as if actually considering this thing called modesty. Then, almost as quickly as he considers it, he tosses it over his shoulder. It's not that John has never in his life felt modesty, he just feels that he's entitled to some self-absorption. For the past uh... sixty-some years. But what can he say? He's the best!

"Kind of makes you a hypocrite, don't ya think, Blondie?" He beams brightly at her, before merrily making his way toward the familiar corner. "And thanks but I already spilled my bladder." He jams his thumb behind him. "Hit the toilet back there. And hey, I already marked the spot as mine! I mean, I totally don't mind you loitering in it. Just saying."

[thehighestwing]

Phoebe wrinkles her nose at him in displeasure.

He has a point but she's not about to outwardly admit that. Phoebe is nowhere near sixty but she personally believes she's adorable as all fuck and that gives her the right to some self-absorption herself.

"I am not loitering in your spot!" she protests indignantly. "This was my spot before you tarnished it. And it was scrubbed well, thank ye very much. It has been cleansed of your... ugh. You know what? I don't want to talk about your bladder."