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Succinct, but the sentiment just about covers it. 2D takes one more drag and then flicks the stub of his cigarette over the bridge railing into the water below.

"Maybe. But we're not out of options, are we?" He's nursing a black eye and a hangover, but he's alive. He's breathing. Some days- most days- that's enough. "So what, we failed? W-we just try again tomorrow. Or today, 'cause it's morning, and we still have time. I always say the same thing, you know- if it's not alright, it's not the end. No credits rolling yet." Someone's an optimist today. The vicodin must be kicking in. "So? What's the plan? W-we going to run, or are we gonna try one more time?"

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Badou whines as the cigarette butt tumbles below, sending a pitiful look at his companion. He's got a couple more cigs left himself, but he hates to see waste, even in a situation like this.

"That-- why are you quoting a movie? Is that Good Will Hunting or something?" But the info broker appreciates the sentiment, if only his little smile proves as much.

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Simon is delighted to have found a fellow connoisseur of useless junk.  Other people are so boring and cynical in gift shops, calling them tourist-trappy nonsense for little children, but he thinks they are just silly, good fun.  Thankfully, Stu feels the same way and is just as giddy about being here as Simon is.

“Do you like it?” he asks, following after Stu as the other explores the rest of the store.  “I’ll buy it for you—and anything else you’d like.”  Stu is the frontman of a popular band and doubtlessly has plenty of money with which to buy his own souvenirs, but Simon wants to spoil him.

@burnlikeme said: “I recognize you. Fr-from that one film, but, eh…dunno the title.” 2D pushes up his sunglasses and takes a slurp of iced coffee. He has the straw set in a gap where a missing tooth once sat. “Danny, right? LA’s a small place, heh. What can I do for you? M-my agent said th-this is about a soundtrack?”

While many would assume he only took roles as a character filled with sunshine, there were many facets to this feline's personality. He was almost type casted as the hero, or the kind male lead. Danny, however, was an incredibly skilled actor, who could play dark roles just as much as he could the lighthearted ones. This picture in particular was predicted to be a box office hit, with all the publicity going into it.

"Compared to where I grew up, this place is huge. I still get lost sometimes!"

Some light laughter.

"The sound director put me in charge of arranging a soundtrack for the film. It's really me branching out, I've never actually done this kinda work before. I've heard some of your music, the style is perfect for what the director has in mind, Mr. 2D. That's why I contacted your agent, I'd be really thankful if you could perform a few songs to go towards the movie's soundtrack."

Even with his inexperience in the field of producing, Danny still radiated sunshine with his disposition. He didn't mean to ramble, it was just sort of something that had a tendency to happen with him. Something he was trying to work on.

"2D," Iros still pronounces it just a little bit wrong. He sits on the edge of his massive bed and eyes the small human with a raise of his brow, those stark black swirls on his face spinning. "I'm just worried about you. You know, he's told Adred some things he's done. I don't think you can just forgive someone for that."

He frowns, the swirling finally receding down behind his head.

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Zora gives a casual hum in response to his statements. "Seems like it's good to stay ready for the prospect of rain - especially if you already have signals that it might be coming." They had brought an umbrella out with them, just in case for such reasons.

"Oh I'm sorry." There's a note of kindness to her voice, as Karen braced herself against the chill of the wintry air. It wasn't really that uncommon to find her at the police station, usually scoping out for potential clients for Nelson, Murdock and Page. There was always good people that needed defending. Or just plain needed help.

"I-I just saw something fall into the snow..." Blinking, he's left to dumbly stare down at the deep hill of snow just behind him - what he had even seen, he couldn't entirely be sure, seeing it fall for only the briefest of seconds, a small hole in a field full of white.