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[rianofski]

[He's in a better mood than normal -- not that that's saying much, given that his normal mood vacillates somewhere between dour and downright irritated -- and he's gone for a walk, cigarette in hand, enjoying the quiet.

Until, of course, he starts to realize that there's far more people here than there should be. Either he's been incredibly unobservant and not noticed these people before -- unlikely, as his rampant paranoia means he's noticed most people in the City during his time here -- or there has been a sudden influx of people.

He looks suspiciously at the first person who walks by him, taking a long drag on his cigarette, holding the smoke in his lungs for a long time before exhaling. If he blows smoke on that hapless visitor, well, can he really be blamed?]

[[OOC: COME AT HIM BROS]]

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[groomingstandard]

( Have a stocky man puffing out his chest in front of him, blocking his path and eyeing him, before shouting in a Southern accent: )

Your moostache is in violation of Godfather's grooming standard.

[rianofski]

Excuse me?

[He narrows his eyes, staring at the man in front of him.]

[groomingstandard]

( Narrowing his eyes. ) Don't play stupid with me, son. Your moostache hairs. Theys are growing beyond the corners of yer mouth. You are unsightly and unsanitary and in violation of the grooming standard.

[rianofski]

[This is so bizarre that he's not certain he can take it seriously anymore.]

Did you just call me son? I'm at least twenty years older than you.

[groomingstandard]

( S h o u t i n g ) POOLICE THAT MOOSTACHE!

[rianofski]

Don't shout at me, young man. I'll do whatever I like with my mustache.

[groomingstandard]

Are you mocking me?

[rianofski]

What could I possibly be mocking you about? I see nothing mock-worthy about the situation.

[Do you hear the sarcasm dripping from his voice?]

[groomingstandard]

Don't take that fucking tone with me.

[rianofski]

Exactly who are you and why do you think you have some sort of dictate on what people do with their facial hair?

[groomingstandard]

Sergeant Major Sixta. Who the fuck are you?

[rianofski]

Andrew fucking Ryan. Is your name supposed to mean something to me?

[groomingstandard]

It means your fucking moostache is in fucking violation of the grooming standard, is what it means.

[rianofski]

What the fuck is a grooming standard, and who created it? I'd like to have a few harsh words with them.

[groomingstandard]

Godfather himself.

[rianofski]

Godfather? Should I somehow know who that is?

[groomingstandard]

If you don't know who Godfather is, you is fucked beyond belief.

[rianofski]

I may be fucked beyond belief for other reasons, but considering that we're unlikely to be from the same time or place, I hardly think not knowing said Godfather is one of them.

[groomingstandard]

You has no idea. ( And he — turns around and marches away, off to harass someone else about the grooming standard. )