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[ The brackets rest their case. ]

Not yet. But, I hope it will. And thanks. I think we can both be awesome. Think the City can handle it?

Not sure about that, I think we could definitely keep them on their toes between us.

We'll manage somehow! [ He grins. ] Thanks for inviting me over.

[ With something close to a grin at the former, he shrugs at the latter. ] Door's always open to anyone seeking refuge for a while. Been here, what, fifteen months, I couldn't even tell you how many people've complimented this couch.

And slept on it? [ He's asking both out of curiosity and possibly out of a need to use it tonight. ]

Yeah. And after trying it out once or twice myself, I've got to agree. It's the best couch. [ Scott, it's got your name all over it. ] There's always clean blankets available.

Thanks... It's like, I know it's not a big deal. And I was cursed and she was cursed. But, you have to know, I don't talk a certain way to my mom. I love and respect her. But, -- dinner just went badly.

Curses do have the tendency to screw things up. How bad are we talking?

I yelled at her. And the creepy guy she brought with her. I wasn't polite. Stuff I wouldn't do.

Yeah, can't say it's not difficult to picture you having it out with your mother. But who's the creepy guy?

Rory? Some guy she saw in the grocery store. Because of the curse, they fell in love.

[ He winces in sympathy; he didn't have the best time ever with that curse, huh? ]

Good thing it's over and done with. Here, get another one of those down you. You wanna watch a movie, play some games?

Yes.

[ Can they do both? He takes another beer. It's not like he can get drunk. ] Please.

[ With a grin, he's up and over by the shelves of films and games lined up, skipping over the romantic choices. ]

You in the mood for spine-chilling or stuff blowing up?

Stuff blowing up! [ A grin. ] And a game. What games do you have. I haven't played many?

[ Fingering through a line of DVDs, he plucks one out and holds it up: Die Hard. ]

This work?

[ And as for games, he flicks on the TV and grabs the controllers, dropping one onto Scott's lap. He brings up the installed games with a wide variety. ]

Racing, fighting, zombies, Lego. [ With a sheepish shrug of a shoulder. ] Don't do a whole lot of sleeping, so there's a little of everything on there.

Always.

[ Scott looks up from the controller in his lap. ]

Lego? [ Wow. ] Racing! No, fighting. Do you have any of the Marvel vs. Capcom's?

Got Fate of Two Worlds, and I've got to say, it's the strangest thing to play as people I've been on a team with.

[ He could easily look it up, find out, but so far he's failed to. ]

Sure, let's do that. Who do you mean?

[ He hesitates, because the slip was unintentional, and shrugs casually. ]

Long story.

[ He scrolls through the list of games and loads it up, nudging the controller closer. ] Let's see what you got.

You're going down.

[ TO CHINA TOWN ]

Tough talk.

[ He prepares to get his ass kicked and somehow looks pleased about it. ]

[ And choosing ... if he's available, Iron Man. ]

[ Iron Man is all his; Clint will opt for Captain America: let the playfully enthusiastic fighting commence. ]

[ He can do that. He lets himself get lost in the fighting, doing his fair share of smack talk. But, he does lose the first round. He hasn't played in weeks... ]

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