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Kaj shrugged, nodding in agreement. The man wasn't wrong, and he would at least give him that. "'S all good. I understand. The bad ones in the bunch ruin it for everyone else. Sucks, though." He slipped a hand into his back pocket, pulling a lighter out to relight his cigarette. "Yeah. I just needed air." As his smoke relit, he took one more big puff before tossing it aside. "What were you doin' out here? Maybe you need to take on some 'big dog privileges'."

"Well I would definitely agree with that. They really do ruin it for everyone else, but I still don't think it's a bad practice to have." Ripley mentioned to Kaj. "Some fresh air is nice. Partially the reason that I'm out and about at this time as well. It's nice to enjoy the coolness of the evening when the days are getting hotter and hotter." He said, which was partially true. It was easier to do business in the dark. "Big dog privileges? What do you mean by that? Like I need a big dog of my own?"

The beach, her current read, and a journal, plus a towel and sunglasses where the only things she needed on a day like today. The sun was shining, the wind was minimal, and the temperature was warm. After reading some, she decided to dip her toes in the water, feel the saltwater on her skin though realizing it was still freezing water, she quickly turned back around.

He smirked once Rory realized who was sitting in her spot. He took his sunglasses off and he heard her greeting to him and scoffed softly. "Damn, that's the way you greet your dear brother? What's wrong with you? I know you were taught manners, but yet you can't seem to say hello? Very rude sis. Very disappointed." He joked with her as he then stood up from the spot he was sitting in. "I figured I'd come to town and say hello to my siblings. I missed y'all." Ripley shook his head as he looked at her. "Again, how's the weather been treatin' ya?"

Ripley had gone out to score some stuff. He put it in his bag that he had over his chest and it was nice at night. He didn't have to worry about a lot of people out at this time and then he'd have to make small conversation that would bore him. He enjoyed the coolness of the air with the warmness of the day. That was the best part of this season, he was able to enjoy a lot of the seasons within a singular day.

As the other man was revealed more by the streetlight, Kaj rolled his shoulders back, slightly relieved that he didn't need to get ready to actually fight. He pulled Lazarus back, giving him a command to sit. At the man's remark, he huffed and rolled his eyes. "This guy?" He laughed, stroking the dog's ear. "I don't know what kind of dogs you're used to, but this dog isn't like any other. He knows not to stray, and he also won't disobey me." Lazarus was well-trained; it was something Kaj made absolute sure of when he got him. He was aware of how bad people's dogs usually were, and how poorly they often were trained. The dane might have been a large dog, but he wasn't as scary as he looked. "Hey, look man. I just—not used to seeing people out here this late."

"Everybody says that shit about their dogs, but you never know who's telling the truth or absolute shit. Forgive me for not sure what to believe." Ripley responded to him as he was so quick to defend his dog. Whether he was right or not, Ripley still believed that they should be leashed but as long as he wasn't getting attacked then it wasn't something worth starting a fight about. "Neither am I. You don't see a lot of people walking through the streets at this time. Usually just the homeless."

He looked at Ripley for a moment, but he didn't think it really was his younger brother; it had been so many years. He looked older, but looked... bad. He could see the drugs on him, and the drinking, too. He took in a deep breath and let it out. "If you want to come in, put the bottle down and leave it outside," he said, holding the door open more, but kept himself in the space so Ripley couldn't just let himself in. "IF you don't, you can just go," he said. he wasn't going to back down from it. "This is a dry apartment," he nodded. @ripley-jackson

"A dry apartment? Damn, where is the fun in that? but alright then." He said to his brother as he put the bottle down and then his hands up in innocence as he waited for River to open up the door. "Also, if anybody steals my shit then I'm going to make sure you buy me a new one." Ripley explained to River as he looked at him through the crack of the door. "Now are you going to let me in so that we can catch up?"

He held onto the back of the door, keeping it at the small crack, and stopped, confused at what the other had said. He didn't remember much of Ripley since it had been so long since he had seen him. Ripley was maybe nine or so when River was kicked out of the family. He stood there a moment thinking about it as Ripley kept on talking. He took a moment as he opened the door, a little moment, "Ripley...." he looked at him for a moment, then at the bottle, and he sighed. "You can't bring the bottle in," he said, looking at him for a moment. He didn't want any of that in the apartment; he knew that Rory understood that, but Ripley didn't know. @ripley-jackson

Ripley was glad that River had decided to open the door more so that they could look each other in the eye. He saw his brother and had a big smile on his face, but then heard the request and he tilted his head to the side. "What do you mean? That's the best part of me showing up. Why do I have to leave it out here? Aren't we all just here for a good time?" He asked his brother. He knew what was going on obviously, but he decided to play dumb and let River explain it to him.

It was one of his rare days off, and River was spending a good part of it studying in his bedroom. He had months still left in school, and he was doing his best to get as much done as he could, trying to finish up as soon as he could.

Ripley sighed when his brother had only opened the door a crack. "Damn, that's how you're going to do you own brother?" He asked him as he peeked through the small crevice that was opened by River. "C'mon. Let me in." Ripley pleaded as he waited for the other to open the door all the way. "I don't want to sit out here and look like a loser reject."

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Ripley had gone out to score some stuff. He put it in his bag that he had over his chest and it was nice at night. He didn't have to worry about a lot of people out at this time and then he'd have to make small conversation that would bore him. He enjoyed the coolness of the air with the warmness of the day. That was the best part of this season, he was able to enjoy a lot of the seasons within a singular day.