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[OOM: He's a little tired.]
"Oh," he says, looking around. "Well."
It's nothing too unusual; he's certainly no stranger to bars, and this is clearly, if nothing else, a bar. He clears his throat and straightens his tie. The constant nudge in the back of his mind is gone, and he feels more relaxed than he has in years--no one waiting, no one watching.
He might as well have some fun.
"Oh," he says, looking around. "Well."
It's nothing too unusual; he's certainly no stranger to bars, and this is clearly, if nothing else, a bar. He clears his throat and straightens his tie. The constant nudge in the back of his mind is gone, and he feels more relaxed than he has in years--no one waiting, no one watching.
He might as well have some fun.
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Slowly, shaking his head, he starts applauding in spite of himself.
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The look on his face says it all: children? No thank you, and for more reasons than one.
(He's not a cruel man; he's just doing his job. And he doesn't like to see the young ones go any more than the next poor slob.)
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"Trade for what? You don't spin straw into gold, do you?"
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He's used to games: the traditional chess game, perhaps, or one more cat-and-mouse than that. But this is refreshing in its simplicity.
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Desirable enough to swap a firstborn? Of course, some people would... no, this guy certainly doesn't act like a pusher.