[ Babe. How nauseating. Even more nauseating: the look the stupid bastard gives him. How dare Joker have friends of his own. How dare he. Bastard.
Guy braces his forearm on the wall of the corridor. His voice is much too loud for how close Reed is; he announces every word as if he wants the entire residence hall to hear what he has to say. ]
As a matter of fact, Dollop, it is a nice evening for it, which is why he'd like you to evacuate. A nice sunset, some port wine, perhaps, Marvin Gaye, rose petals [ for no clear reason, he places emphasis on the word ], none of which involves you. [ There's a certain amount of smug glee in deliberately antagonizing this man. Will Reed hit him? Probably. But Guy has never been one to worry about the consequences of his actions. ]
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Guy braces his forearm on the wall of the corridor. His voice is much too loud for how close Reed is; he announces every word as if he wants the entire residence hall to hear what he has to say. ]
As a matter of fact, Dollop, it is a nice evening for it, which is why he'd like you to evacuate. A nice sunset, some port wine, perhaps, Marvin Gaye, rose petals [ for no clear reason, he places emphasis on the word ], none of which involves you. [ There's a certain amount of smug glee in deliberately antagonizing this man. Will Reed hit him? Probably. But Guy has never been one to worry about the consequences of his actions. ]