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[synanthrope]

These days come around and all that happens is that everything gets loud. But there are so many interesting people.

You may come into the Garage as long as you don't touch. Sticky fingers make enormous messes.


[ooc: do what you will!]

Comments

[notions]

Barrister. [Baby.] Criminal... law?

[He's red handed with one paw absently reaching out to touch, disinterested or not.]

Pardon?

[synanthrope]

Baby.

[Said with a touch of pleasure.]

Defense?

[She nods her head to the car]

You're not interested.

[notions]

Pupil.

[His chin juts out just hinting at sulkiness. Then he nods.]

The chamber takes both but...

[A shrug and his hands push into pockets.]

I don't know. I've seen expensive cars. Car park at the Bailey.

[synanthrope]

Never give the prosecution any reason to think they can walk on you. Clothing is one reason.

[She almost smiles]

It's the insides that are impressive, but you would have to know cars.

[notions]

You dress differently for court. Anyway.

[Folding the lapels of his suit.]

Don't you think it's the same for people?

[synanthrope]

Is court the only time you meet the opposition?

[Her eyes are turning to look him over]

What's inside you is very similar to what's inside of any other man, although not most women, as you lack ovaries and a uterus and your genitals are outward facing.

[notions]

Unless they come from the same chamber.

[See, he's just going to stand and blink at that.]

...I think the car's all right.

[synanthrope]

That's very polite of you.

That car has taken up over a thousand hours of my time.

[notions]

Ten thousand hours is what they say it takes to become a genius at one thing.

[He walks away. His hands ghost over a work surface.]

That's a year or something, but with no sleep at all.

[synanthrope]

I don't sleep much.

Are you a genius at something?