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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]]

Comments

[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. )