[ Some tall, long haired weirdo in a big trench coat is rummaging through Duke's mansion's dumpsters. Like, really getting in there. He's trying to be quiet. Success is subjective. He's muttering to himself. ]
Doesn't this- Doesn't this guy have anything pawn worthy in here? He's fucking rich!
mod: hi, colon three. no pressure to engage
[ Duke approaches him from behind silently. Really, it's a bit strange how he's not making any sound, considering his size and stature. He sidles up beside the man and places a gloved hand on the dumpster before finally speaking. ]
You won't find anything, FYI. Garbage day was this morning. You're better off looting the inside. Well, if you can get past all my security.
[ Mag's first reaction is to jolt and tense like a frightened cat, and go to grip something beneath his trench coat tight. He half-scowls at Duke, and is adjusting his grip. ]
Fuck. Desperate measures. I uh, Don't want trouble, or whatever.
[ Duke scoffs like he's in disbelief. ]
Trust me, buddy, I didn't think you were looking for a beating. You're dumpster diving instead of just straight up robbing me.
[ He narrows his eyes and palms the pistol that's sticking halfway out of his pocket. Taking his hand off it, he shakes his head, shutting the dumpster's lid with a loud clang instead. ]
Not that I appreciate it. Tch. Go dig through someone else's bins.
Woah there. Are you looking to get robbed, dipshit?
[ Maggat acts on agitated impulse, whipping a pistol with some very home-made modifications out from his waistband, flicks off the safety, and cocks it. He plays an unreadable poker face by constantly looking like a scared animal. ]
I- I can oblige that.
[ It might've sounded more badass if his voice weren't shaking. ]
Woah. Okay, look - I don't know what you're on to make you this paranoid, but you need to chill. Out.
[ His expression is a bit difficult to read behind the sunglasses... something like wariness. ]
All I'm asking is for you to scoot. No need for the guns. See? I've got my hands off mine.
[ And they are - in fact, they're raised in the air, fingers spread, just so he can prove his point. He briefly shakes them before lowering them to his sides again. This time, he's careful not to even so much as run a fingertip over his pistol so that he can avoid possible conflict. ]
I'm not on anything. That's the issue...
[ Mag lowers his weapon, but hesitates to let go of it. He gives Duke a once over, and tucks it back into his waistband anyway. His scrawny ass most likely wouldn't come out of an altercation on top and he knows it. ]
Ah. So you are just that scared. Kind of pathetic, considering you're a thief.
[ He adjusts his sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, looking the other man up and down. He wasn't just pathetic in the mental department, wow. I could probably snap his wrist if I tried, Duke thinks. Not like he's going to try anything, of course. Just having thoughts. ]
[ Mag gives Duke a glare that he likely thought was more intimidating than petulant. His hair obscures parts of his face anyhow. His voice comes out grumbly and shaky. ]
I'm not fuckin' scared.
[ Not a great liar. ]
No, no. It's okay to be scared. You're face to face with Duke. Me, Duke Nukem. This is a normal reaction that I get. I know I'm pretty intimidating.
[ He chuckles at his own medicore joke, because of course he does. Leaning his weight onto one leg, Duke interlinks his fingers and stretches them, rolling his shoulders out. He separates his hands and jabs a finger at the stranger. ]
I told you to get going. Druggies digging through my trash don't make my mansion look pretty.
[ Maggat flinches. Just a little. He offsets it by grabbing Duke's wrist, as hard as he can. His grip is strong, steady. But surely not as strong as Duke's, really. ]
Don't touch me, jackoff. You're not as tough as- as you think.
[ He glares into Duke's soul through his sunglasses. He gives Duke's arm a little shove as he lets go, and turns on his heel. He grabs and smashes a bottle against one of the mansion's walls before he attempts to leave. Petty. ]
