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[stagethreeclinger]

happens to the best of us

[reneger]

have i shown you my new gear yet?

[stagethreeclinger]

you have not but i wanna see
on my way back, throw on your gear and ill check it out when i get there

[reneger]

saves me from giving a show
alright

[stagethreeclinger]

oh dont ditch the show on my account
id grab some cash to toss at you but the future hates paper

[reneger]

too late, you already said to get ready first
so no strip show for you

[stagethreeclinger]

ah shit, i did. nice one, roy
happy disrobing and rerobing, jaybird
im making it rain in spirit, from traffic with boredom

[reneger]

i still need to get you a ride, don't i?

[stagethreeclinger]

pretty pretty please with incendiary rounds on top?

[reneger]

i'll lend you my night bike
long as you take care of her and don't bring her near the apartment

[stagethreeclinger]

night bike makes it sound either sketchy or sexy, not sure which yet
uh so is 'don't bring her near the apartment' a round-about way to say 'leave and never come back'?
why don't you want your bike near your place?

[reneger]

she's unregistered, roy
not a lot of unregistered crap around here, and if anyone pinpoints that we're driving around a stolen bike
we'll get in a crapton of trouble

[stagethreeclinger]

ooh right right got it
so hey question about that ganglord thing you have going on
whatre you dealing in? weapons, blackmarket, fight rings?

[reneger]

performance enhancer drugs too
shit as it is, it came with the set i took over
but we're slowly lowering stock and getting it out of the hands of people who really don't need that crap

[stagethreeclinger]

so since ‘people who really dont need that crap’ is ‘everyone’
youre not going to mind me pulling a boston tea party with the rest of that lowered stock
right

[reneger]

roy
you know what happens when you pull an addict's supply out from under their nose
they get desperate
do absolutely stupid shit to try and get it
i won't stop you but

[stagethreeclinger]

yeah and the answer to that problem is:
connect them with a rehab facility
not: give them more drugs

come on, dude
ill make up the lost revenue in weapons

[reneger]

you know i don't give a shit about the money

[stagethreeclinger]

yeah i know
youre good people, jaybird
look i can use black market, fight ring and weapons money
but man, i cant do drug money

[reneger]

instead of cutting down our supply and making people angry at us
why not take out the supplier entirely?

[stagethreeclinger]

it was on the agenda
you want to come with, make a field trip out of it?

[reneger]

someone has to keep you in line, right?

action;

[stagethreeclinger]

i do have that bad habit of running with sharp things so
supervision advised

i'm here, dude, you decent?

[ seconds later, the sounds of roy's footfalls and the metallic rattle of parts in a box sounds at the front door. ]

Honey, I'm home! [ roy's voice rings out, ] Quit flexing at yourself in the mirror and come show me your gear.

[reneger]

Gross, Roy.

( does he look like he flexes to you? maybe a smidgen. but not much. roy walks in through the door and jason's--standing in the kitchen with a glass of water in hand, fully decked out. there are new (futuristic) guns strapped to his thighs, the usual cargo pants, several additional knives on top of what he usually carries around, and a tight fitting tank with fabric that's thicker than usual. )

What'd you bring back?

[stagethreeclinger]

[ by full gear do we mean hood too? because if so, roy wants to know how he was drinking that water a second ago and/or would like a demonstration. ]

Little of this, little of that. [ he's answering as he plops the box onto the kitchen counter, pulling out a few things - a lot of disembodied parts, wiring, circuit boards, computer chips. roy shoves his hands into it and pulls out a mess of tangled nonsense that looks like the spaghetti monster went scifi and shrunk small enough to become roy's personal shop pet.

so anyway, about that gear - he lets out a low whistle, coming around the counter to give jason the full once-over, head to toe. ]

Lookin' sharp, Hood. You gonna give it a runway walk? A twirl, at least?