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“The world is colorless. The world is a dark and downright horrendous place completely devoid of any genuine talent. Some suits get by, others don’t. People settle for ‘okay’ when they could be pushing for so much more…
“Clinging to your baroque methods, pretending like they aren’t going to fail you one day… and when that day comes… You’re all going to wish you saw my vision.”
“But I could ignore all of that if it weren’t for one thing. Sure, the world is slow and unrefined… but worst of all…”
Graham: “IT’S SOOO BORING!” Graham says aloud as he places letters into the various wall-mounted mailboxes in front of him
A pedestrian snickers as they pass him, causing Graham to shift his attention towards them
Graham: “Something funny, bud?” He says with a disgusted expression
Stranger (Struggling to contain their laughter) : “Ahah… A bit, yeah.”
Graham sneers in their direction
Graham: “I don’t have time to prove it to you, but I can say with a hundred percent certainty that I’m not the kind of guy you wanna be laughing at.” Graham says as he turns back to the mailboxes
The pedestrian chuckles a bit more
Stranger: “Ahaha… Ah, I’m sorry. It’s hard to take ya seriously. You can’t pin it on me when you look like that.”
The letters fall out of Graham’s hand and flat onto the ground as he turns back and glares intensely at the stranger
Graham (Irate): “Yeah?”
Stranger: “Pfft… Yeah. I mean, come on… I don’t need to be the one to tell you how tacky the hairstyle is, do I?”
Graham’s expression shifts from irate to confident as his gritted teeth shift to a sly grin
Graham: “Wanna see a magic trick?” Graham says as he leans down and places his hand on the stranger’s shoulder
The stranger looks up at Graham with a raised eyebrow before brushing his hand off their shoulder
Stranger: “Okay, let’s keep the physical contact out of this, yeah?”
Graham laughs then smiles with a small shoulder shrug
Graham: “Have it your way, let’s check that attention span!”
Graham exclaims as he leans forward into a sprinting position
The stranger slowly backs up
Graham: “Hate to tell ya, but this is gonna su-”
Graham’s phone goes off in his pocket, playing a heavy metal ringtone featuring two layered guitar tracks
Graham groans before standing back up, taking his phone out of his pocket, reading the ID, then looking back at the stranger
Graham: “If you were interested in never speaking to me again, now’s your chance.”
Graham says whilst waving the stranger away with his free hand
The stranger chuckles one last time before turning on their heel and walking away
Graham sighs before flipping open his phone
Graham (To Phone): “Hey dude.”
Flint (Over Phone): “Hey, Graham. I just wanted to… uh… check up on you. Heh… How’s work going?”
Graham turns back around, the stranger is already out of sight
“Pfft… Must’ve taken off running” he things to himself
Graham: “Uneventful as ever. ”
Flint: “Heh well… I mean at least you’re out and about again. Nice seeing you back on your feet.”
Graham: “I dunno what you’re talking about. I’m never off of em’. You know that, dude.”
Graham says whilst leaning over to pick up the letters with his free hand and sighing
Flint: “Hahaha… I know, I know… You know what I mean…”
Graham can’t help but return the laughter
Graham: “Heh, yeah. I think I do.”
He says as he places the few remaining letters in the boxes
Flint: “How much longer till your shift’s over?”
Graham: “Just one delivery left. Package for some ‘Allanwrench Bravecog’ guy. Should be done in a flash.”
Flint: “Oh? That’s great! Would you… maybe wanna catch a movie afterwards..?”
He says nervously
Graham smiles smugly
Graham: “Cmon, dude. You couldn’t catch me sitting still for that long if your life depended on it.”
He says jokingly
Flint: “O-Oh. Right… Sorry, Graham, I- I can cancel the tickets…” Flint says sadly
Graham: “Uh, dude? I’m just playin’. I’ll be there.”
Flint breathes a sigh of relief
Flint: “Ah… heh… sorry, I’m still picking up on your sarcasm…”
Graham: “Just take it easy man. Nothin’ to worry about. I’ll call you when I’m on my way.”
Flint: “Thank you. Run safe!”
Graham: “Heh, you know I’m not gonna do that.” He says smugly before ending the call and putting the phone back in his suit
Graham (to himself): “Alright ‘Mr. Bravecog…” He says with a package in his hands
“Let’s get this over with.”