actually i think joey would probably get pretty upset if she heard me talking about myself like that again!
so i will now upgrade myself to just normal trash! X:D instead of guttertrash. i think joey would be Xtremely proud of me about that.
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My, my. Look what the cat dragged in.
[ He takes a long drag of his cigarette, slowly leaning back in his chair. Despite the position, there's hardly a wrinkle on his suit-- Droog is, as always, immaculate, from the precise angle of his hat to the well-polished rings on his fingers. Once he's finished, he breathes out a languid curl of smoke, tapping the ash off the tip into the tray resting by his hand. There's a hazy halo around his head, twisting black and gray through the air as it begins to dissipate. ]
How long has it been, now-- well over a year, going by my records. Almost two, in fact. I can't say that I'm surprised you've come back around, however. I know you quite well by now, considering the fact that we've been doing this dance for as long as we have. You are...predictable.
But you're looking for something to do with me, I see. I'm sure we can come to an arrangement of some sort, so long as we keep a few important boundaries in mind. It's as we've discussed before-- you know my rules, and what happens to those that break them. I'll spare you the repetition.
[ Another pause, this one occupied by an appraising stare. The gears are turning in his head as he considers the possibilities, eventually giving a noncommittal half-shrug before he speaks again. ]
You say I'm not likely to find any more of the Crew here? A pity, to be sure, but I've managed well enough solo before-- I'm quite capable of handling myself. We'll just have to see what we can come up with when we get to...wherever it is you intend to send me.
What's that? You...say you have no idea.
[ Droog takes a deep breath, steepling his fingers in front of him. There's the tiniest flash of irritation across his face, barely perceptible in spite of the ever-present mask of calm-- that was far from the answer he was wanting to hear. ]
I'd suggest you get your plans in order as soon as possible-- I'm not exactly known for my patience, after all. [ A quiet hum, followed by the tiniest hint of a smirk-- he's careful to keep his composure in check, but the tension in his shoulders says that he's still far from thrilled. ] Regardless, I see you're not to be dissuaded-- an admirable trait. We'll see how long you last.
It will be a pleasure doing business with you again, mundane. I'm looking forward to another of our ventures.