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{↨}-Juan nodded, seeming very serious, a trait which didn’t often get expressed but one which looked unnervingly at home on the man who normally seemed fairly laid back and chill. He stroked his chin in contemplation for a long moment, looking between the person speaking and the ground.
There was a long pause.
Juan tapped his chin.
And then, he spoke.
“Alright I’ll admit it,” he said, sounding distressed, “I’m stumped. Why did the chicken cross the road? Someone on Twitter asked me this and I cannot for the life of me figure it out,” he said, his voice firm as he looked at the other person. He could hold his seriousness for only a second more before a grin broke out, clearly trying to get a rise out of the other person.
