[The middle of the day---not ideal time for discussing an upcoming mini act of rebelliousness---but Mouse finds Pax in his stall just shortly after lunch. He’s not even sure what he’s missing right now, according to his ever-demanding schedule of idiotic tasks, but he needs ten minutes to sort real things before he completely loses his drive and gets overwhelmed by just the sheer weight of it all.]
[He’s run here. Seems like a dumb way to stay under the radar, now that he’s arrived and people are sort of staring at his rushed entrance. Really, they should expect this from him by now shouldn’t they? He looks around obviously, meeting eyes, until he catches his wind and people go about their business. He brushes his sweaty hair out of his face, leans against the stand.]
Oy, hey---you gotta minute? Or... [Please, have a minute, you half-baked punkass throwback.]
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