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[spysinspades]

[He leaned his chin on one hand, lounging against the dirty wall of the alley like a king on a gilt throne.]

You'd think that, wouldn't you?

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This was the one I was logged into before work :o

[maskofhearts]

I don't know that it is precisely a normal thing to think.

[Hadyn wasn't particularly sure if Homeless Men could be Kings, but it did seem that way. Never mind the 'how did I get here' confusion. No more going out with Darren. He had to remind himself of that. It always ended with cameras, rag mag expos, and now getting lost in the underbelly of the city. Or something.]

I...well, they do seem to listen to you is all.

EJJJJJ

[spysinspades]

Do they?

[He seemed bemused, lips twisting into a combination of disbelief and amusement.]

They're their own people.

I'VE MIIIIIISSED YOU BB!! \o/

[maskofhearts]

But they listen, which makes it strange. People these days don't much care for listening that I've noticed. Observation only, of course.

[All the same, there something more important to think about.]

However, question. Where can a guy take a piss around here?

I MISSED YOU TOOOOOO

[spysinspades]

[David barely suppresses the scoff, eyes wandering around the urine-stained alley.

Really?]

...There's a burger joint two doors down.

[A free offer of information, how odd. But such small things could be given - they were allowed their little debts, just not him.]

/Laaaate like woah

[maskofhearts]

Sort of hoping for something closer, but I guess that is sort of a fucked up thing to ask.

[But it was what it was.]

What do you do down here all day?

/there's no such thing as late in Jordanland!

[spysinspades]

Sit... [Not much given away there, but a smirk curls his mouth as he runs a hand over his itchy chin.]

Listen. What do you do all day?