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Don't ask where Ryan's found himself a skateboard - he has the tendency to be everywhere at once, and in a place like the Nexus, you can find almost anything. And don't ask how often he's fallen down - the rips in the knees of his jeans should give testament to that.
"So, I've been readin'," he says, slowly skateboarding in circles that get wider and wider. "And there was this thing that was talkin' about pessimism and optimism and realism and all that. It didn't make a lotta sense, but I kinda got the gist of it."
He eyes a nearby curb that seems to be unattached to anything and starts skating towards it. "So, are you an optimist," he begins, eyes narrowing in concentration. "A pessimist..." He hits the curb, tries to skate along it and fails miserably, wiping out rather impressively on the ground.
"...or a realist?"
"So, I've been readin'," he says, slowly skateboarding in circles that get wider and wider. "And there was this thing that was talkin' about pessimism and optimism and realism and all that. It didn't make a lotta sense, but I kinda got the gist of it."
He eyes a nearby curb that seems to be unattached to anything and starts skating towards it. "So, are you an optimist," he begins, eyes narrowing in concentration. "A pessimist..." He hits the curb, tries to skate along it and fails miserably, wiping out rather impressively on the ground.
"...or a realist?"