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[saintlysmile]

[It doesn’t take him long to figure it out-- the little gadget at his side doesn’t look much different from the one he kept losing track of at home. Shaundi was pretty good at digging it out from between couch cushions, scraping it free from beneath the passenger side seat of his car, sticky and often flashing with messages he likely should have

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[honker]

[ WHAT'S GOING ON IN THIS POST!? ]

[ There's no visual, but you can hear a low voice, volume modulating a little oddly on the second sentence, and maybe a little spacey, but still just a normal human voice, right. ]

Woah, bro. Check the wicked motherfucking greasepaint! That shit is kicking.

[ There's the sound of... was that a bicycle horn? ]

[saintlysmile]

Thanks. You oughta see my evening look. Stellar.

[finally, someone who talks normal]

Are you... riding a bike on the phone, dude? Might not be safe. One of my couriers got smooshed by an ice cream truck doin' that.

[honker]

Nah, I'm-

Where'd the motherfucking-

[ hoooooooooooonk ]

[ And then he finally manages to find where he dropped the Forge, and flicks video on. ]

I'm in the horn pile, man!

[ He certainly is lounging in the chillest way atop a small pile of bicycle horns. ]

[saintlysmile]

[cripes, everyone's on the drugs here]

The... horn...

[... pile? Literally, looks like. Okie dokie.]

Y'know, to be fair, it ain't the weirdest shit I've seen. Kudos t'you and your pile, man.

[honker]

There's nothin' weird about a sweet-ass motherfucking pile of horns. Good for lounging! Good for napping! And most of all for gettin' all those beautiful feelings all up and out there.