[A guy with his eye on the prize. Dave respects it, even if he's not feelin' the attitude. He holds out an arm to block the redhead's path. Would've clotheslined him if he was running, but at walking speed it becomes a less painful obstacle.]
Sure you do. 'Round me, there's nothing but time.
[Hard to tell what Dave's thinking behind those shades. He's keeping his lips in a firm line.]
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Sure you do. 'Round me, there's nothing but time.
[Hard to tell what Dave's thinking behind those shades. He's keeping his lips in a firm line.]
We can be friends. [...] For the points.