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[lovestoys]

[Okay so this tech? Rad as all hell. He has no idea how it works, how it's so slim lined and tiny, where the batteries go or why he even has it but it's so bitching, he's not even gonna protest it. His now. No backsies. Ever.

He doesn't quite get what's happening and he doesn't quite care so mostly, he's just looking to reach out. Communicate. Make friends. Maybe even a love connection cause, you know, yolo. Stranger things have happened. The video is on him and yes, he's rocking an awful outfit of blue and yellow and yes, he doesn't pull it off at all. Does he care? Naaaah. He grins an obnoxious grin that will kind of make you want to punch his little gremlin face in.

He decides to go with a time tested and flawless way to both express his interest in all these glorious people, all at once, and convey the right depth and emotions required for a first intro.]

Wazzzzzzzzup?!

[Nailed it, yo.]

This place is so dope! This is the Trickster comin' atcha and I am delighted to be here. How are you beautiful people?

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[restingstitchface]

[Dull as fuck? What's wrong with a good heist? KIDS TODAY.]

Well, ring that number and you shall not remain bored for long, I assure you.

[She'll HATE HIS GUTS - but hey, he can popcorn. Delightful.]

[lovestoys]

Heh. Dude. You are so the bomb!

[... Was this a hooker? Telephone sex line? Was he about to be hooked up with some hella fine girl? God, he hoped so.]

We should party some time, you seem pretty solid.

[restingstitchface]

I'm glad to hear that, Mr...?

[Introduce yourself, you hoodlum.]

[lovestoys]

Walker. Axel Walker.

[He grins and you're so lucky this isn't in person or you'd be being fist bumped.] And you?

[restingstitchface]

Doctor Jonathan Crane.

[He straightens his glasses. His title is important!]

[lovestoys]

Woah. Dude. You're a doctor?

[How fancy!] Like a doctor-doctor or like how Cold is a captain?

[restingstitchface]

The former. I'm a doctor of psychiatry, yes.

[lovestoys]

Boss!

So are you still a doc here, Johnny?

[restingstitchface]

[Err.]

I suppose so. I arrived only some weeks ago. Though I haven't decided to make my services available to the public. I would say there's some rightful concern, all things considered.

[lovestoys]

You do all like the brain stuff, right? Like where you lie on a couch and they tell you that you're crazy and throw meds at you?

[please don't ever throw meds at anyone. Especially not your meds.]

[restingstitchface]

I suppose that's one interpretation. Though your phrasing's not how I'd explain the treatment psychiatry offers.

[A pause. He had his patients in a restraining chair, so who's he to comment?]

[lovestoys]

Sounds boring.

[So many big words, so much fancy talk. Urreeeegh. Nah. He's good knowing less, thanks.]

So you're not like a real doctor, you're just a crazy person doctor. Got it.

[restingstitchface]

[RUDE.]

I imagine you do. Now, do you need anything more? Or are you happy as you are?

[lovestoys]

[You're a doctor of feels, bro. Laaame.]

I'm pretty happy, dude. How bout you, want anything from me? Cause you did just score me the number of a total hottie and I feel like I owe you.

[restingstitchface]

[You shall be the first to suffer.]

Oh, I don't need anything. You're better off treating your date than me. Don't make a mess of it.

[lovestoys]

I'll treat her right, don't you worry. Like a princess. I know how to treat a lady.

[Cheap booze and flowers then try to get to second base before she gets bored of him. Classy!] Thanks, bro. You're the coolest.