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[justicereigns]

Age is just a number. 34. 35. Close enough, right?

[There's a drunk slur to his words followed by the clink of rocks being stacked and summarily falling over.]

Damn it! These rocks are defective. [As opposed to functional rocks?] Tashigi!

[....] Oh right. She's not here. Tch. Maybe a whole rum cake wasn't such a great idea after all.

[This has been a public service announcement. Don't drink and post folks. Anyone looking to find our drunk White Hunter might find him stomping around the dark, looking for non-defective... rocks. He's also carrying around a bottle of Rhum brand rum. And he's a prime target for messing with. Happy Birthday Smoker.]

Comments

[justicereigns]

Not everyone is nice either. It stands to reason that someone who isn't nice won't --

[Facepalms, sighs, and grumbles.]

Not everyone is the same.

[lostinmyway]

That's right--that's what makes the world so much fun! [She's kind of taking away the wrong message here. Just a bit.]

[justicereigns]

Okay, but in that there is room or opportunity for something else as well.

[lostinmyway]

[Mystified:] Is there?

[justicereigns]

Naturally.

[lostinmyway]

[...Nooooooooot getting it.]

[justicereigns]

[Just facepalms.]

Never mind.