[no stinkbombs. just a distressingly pretty young man in a leather jacket with disheveled hair. he stares at vex a minute too long, but fails to do anything horrifying. instead, he lopes into the house, pausing to look around. most things seem to be where he'd left them.]
Sure, [he says.] You got something to drink? [he moves over to a chair, slinging his skinny frame into it. there's a weird edge of energy to him. weirder than normal.]
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Sure, [he says.] You got something to drink? [he moves over to a chair, slinging his skinny frame into it. there's a weird edge of energy to him. weirder than normal.]