@daedalians What the hell? Where's this comin' from? You gone sour while I've been gone, Doc!
*A wind too cold for June rushes past them with Rusty quietly realizing Gray could be right about what waits behind closed doors.*
You wanna go in an' see what kinda crime scene we're dealin' with?
@daedalians Yeah, ah... thank you, Rusty.
*He seems distracted by something, thoughts preoccupied as they stand outside of 667 Park Row Suite B.*
Y'know, I ain't been in the office in three years. It's probably fulla spiders and- *he clears his throat* /the unhoused/.
@daedalians That sucks.
*Rusty's recently closed briefcase flops open again, spilling a disproportionate amount of Chex Mix into the already existing pile of Chex mix.*
God damn it!
@daedalians Argentina. I ain't sayin' no more.
*Rusty angrily kicks a rye bagel chip that landed near his shoe.*
What 'bout you, Doc? Whatcha been up to?
@malpractitioned Hour an a half? That how long you think I'm gonna talk for? Not everybody gotta convey their thoughts in manifesto format, Crusty. 30 minutes, tops! I'm a busy man.