[He makes a short, irritated noise at the back of his throat and turns around, arms full of odd bits of paperwork that he's not sure goes where and looking a little stressed. His perfectly gelled hair isn't so perfectly gelled, and his sleeves are haphazardly rolled up, tie almost completely undone. He doesn't look like he's had much sleep.]
--Dude, how old are you? Like twelve? [he says, raising an eyebrow, before shoving the papers down on his desk.]
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--Dude, how old are you? Like twelve? [he says, raising an eyebrow, before shoving the papers down on his desk.]