#smokymoody

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Mozart: Afternoon.

Smoky: Raven, do you hear something? Like a sort of petulant, nasal whine? No? Just me then. 

Mozart: Just saying hi.

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Smoky: You deaf? I...I’m sorry. When you arrived, you were small and cute and I felt threatened. I’m too old for all that now. Can you forgive me? Can we be friends?

Mozart: That’s all I ever wanted. 

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Mozart: What do you want?

Smoky: Listen, Kid...

Mozart: Whatever it is, I don’t want to hear it.

Smoky: I’m sorry.

Mozart: What now?

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Mozart: ...alright?

Smoky: Mm. 

Mozart: What is it?

Smoky: What do you care?

Mozart: Just asking.

Smoky: I’m just old.

Mozart: Not that old, hey?

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Mozart: Hey there! I’m Mozart. What’s your name?

Smoky: Mindyourown.

Mozart: Mind your own?

Smoky: Yes. Last name, business. 

Mozart: What a funny name.

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Smoky: Yes, that’s right. Celebrate my existence, small human. Bow before your leader.

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Mozart: I was just hoping that maybe we could get to know each other. I mean, maybe you could show me how things work?

Smoky: Pass.

Mozart: Oh...well...maybe...

Smoky: Listen, Kid. You don’t get to just swan in here and start running things. I’m not interested. Now, buzz off.

Mozart: I see. Well...you’re mean. 

Smoky: Boo-hoo. My heart bleeds for you.

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Ambrose: Hey there. I’m going to call you Art, short for Mozart. I hope that’s alright.

Smoky: ...nicknames? It can’t be...