57th Inning

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[Scout. Tuxedo. Cape. It's on, Mayfield.

He's got the cape over his face Lugosi-style and he's coming your way. Or is outside your window, maybe. OR SUDDENLY BEHIND YOU, LE GASP!]


...

Uh, hey. 'Sup.

Comments

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Dunno. Think I'm comin' over to be all menacing 'n' stuff. Bein' menacing is way too slow though.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Would it be helpful if I came t' you?

*He's fighting down a smirk but... this is just too good.*

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

No, it wouldn't! It'd ruin the effect, awright? Lemme do this.

[Slowly... sloooooowly....]

[bye_to_yer_head]

If you say so mate.

*He disappears over the line of the roof and comes back few minutes later with a beer. Time to sit on the edge of his roof and wait for Scout to get to him so he can be menaced. He glances at his watch and takes a swig of his drink. He's got plenty of time.*