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[zazz]

[He's been in the City a few days, and he still appears to be wearing the expensive suit he showed up in, though now it's all wrinkled and stained from days and nights of wearing it without wash. But for most people this is the first time seeing Pickles, and he seems to be standing in a lamp store, and he looks majorly peeved about something. Something imperative.]

Seriously?? Have none of yew fuckin' mouthbreathers even heard of Dethklahk??!

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[zazz]

Oh . . .

I've never been desperate enough to take the place of a hooker myself, buttttt I guess whatever helps yew outta a tight spaht, dood, I shouldn't judge.

[foreshadower]

[ He coughs, and chokes a little on the absinthe he'd just been sipping on. WOW RUDE! ]

My, no. I merely can escape a predicament with ease.

[zazz]

[pause]

Yer reelly gonna hafta stahp playin' coy here, 'cause I jest have the same idea as before, heh.

[foreshadower]

[ He rolls his eyes above his low-sitting sunglasses. ]

How Green Carnation of you to assume that. I can escape at my leisure, boy.

[ He waves a hand dismissively, and it starts to evaporate into shreds of shadow, before it reappears. ]

[zazz]

[He looks pretty astounded, all :o faced and stuff, but once the show's over, he snickers and:]

Did yew seriously just fucking say how GREEN CARNATION of me?

[foreshadower]

Have you read it? It's a fascinating piece of literature.

[zazz]

Oh, I thought yew were sayin' it like "Holy green carnations, Batman" or somthan'. [Now he sounds bored. Reading, pft.]

[foreshadower]

I believe if I did that, I may suffer punishment from the dark knight himself! [ He laughs ]

[zazz]

[Snickers.]

And do ya believe in the boogeyman, too, dood?

[foreshadower]

[ He snickers, but leans forward, looking over the edge of his shades (hah!) his top hat tipping forward with the motion.]

I am the boogeyman.

[zazz]

[Pickles' lips screw up and his eyes narrow, trying to figure out this body language here.]

While I give yew points for going about hitting on me in a more metal way than most other doods of yer sort, though the top hat is a little too gath fer my taste, I'm reelly naht into doods. Sahrry.

[Trying to let him down gently, here.]

[foreshadower]

[ That stops Shade outright. He makes a little disgusted face. ]

Dear me, is that what you think I'm doing? I'm not making a pass at you.

[zazz]

Well, yew did this. [He copies his looking over the shades movement, and batted his eyes for extra measure.] What else could that be?

[foreshadower]

It's called theatrics! It's a necessity when it comes to discussing heroes and villains.

[zazz]

Theatrics.

Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiight.

I get ya.

[You are so gay, Shade.]

[foreshadower]

[ He's not gay, he's British!!! ]

Yes, well. I suppose only a certain sort can appreciate such things.