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"Hey, you've reached Charlie Maxwell. Leave me a message. Or just text me. I might get back to you faster that way."

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[nostalgiabomb]

hey





where r u right now

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why?

[nostalgiabomb]

curious

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that's not a very good answer



but

i'm at home

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what not at work?

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school's getting ready to start up again, so i don't have many driving students during the day

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k

cool

[ Then, to accompany his wit, with all the subtlety of a second-grader, Peter will teleport into Nonah 005 with the sole purpose of flicking Charlie in the forehead. ]

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[ There's about half a second where Charlie activates his stop-motion spell on instinct, but once he realizes it's Peter, he drops it instantly ]

Peter, what the fuck!

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[ He feels it, of course, the way he freezes for a quick second, but he swallows down the instinctive panic.

Instead, he proceeds to flick Charlie in the forehead.

Then, flop down to sit beside him. ]

I'm bored.

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Uh-huh. And why aren't you at work?

[nostalgiabomb]

Day off, actually.

I'm not a total skeeze. Sometimes.

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Okaaay. So. What do you wanna do? I could put on a movie or something.

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[ he SIGHS. ] I'm still upset I can't find Jurassic Park. Talkin' to that Claire chick put me in the mood to watch dinos wrecking shit.

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We could always see if we can find the Land Before Time number 342.

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Yeah? Is that the one where they find a cache of alien tech and go nuts on all the carnivores?

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I think I've said this before, but you should really write for movies.

[nostalgiabomb]

Maybe, or maybe the stuff I'd come up with would be too intense for general audiences.

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You'd be surprised what people can get away with these days. A PG-13 rating grants you one use of the word "fuck", for instance.

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[ Peter laughs at that. ] One whole "fuck," huh? Guess that's one way to separate the kids from the big boys, then.

Pretty sure I was dropping the F-word every other sentence when I was thirteen.

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By the time you were thirteen you were already some kind of space mercenary, weren't you?

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Nah. Cabin boy, at that age. Errand boy. "Get Quill in the vents to clean out the shit" boy.

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Okay, but my point is that you were surrounded by space mercenaries.

Also, I can't imagine crawling around in vents was much fun.

[nostalgiabomb]

I'll have you know, sir, that those mercenaries were fine, upstanding gentlemen. Never a hurtful word from their lips.

[ As for the second part, Peter merely shrugs a shoulder, the picture of calm. ]

It wasn't, but I had to earn my keep somehow.

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Says the guy who just a moment ago claimed he was swearing like a sailor by age thirteen.

[ Charlie does wonder if all the time spent crawling through vents has anything to do with why Peter panics when Charlie freezes his clothes, but he files that away for another time ]

What else did they have you doing? Mopping? Cleaning the galley?

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I'm inclined to lying.

[ He shrugs a shoulder. ]

Some of that. A lot of the time I was helping engineering, getting into the spaces they couldn't.