There's not much to tell. There was a Beetle blocking him from getting into the library, so I shot near its feet. It panicked and skittered off to the side. Flynn was trying to reason with it and freaked out a bit. Also tackled a few of the Beetles that were stopping Royce getting where he wanted to. Me not taking it especially seriously pissed him off, though.
I'll mention it. Still don't think it'll help much. He needles, y'know? Like you. Has to get at the reason behind it. And if it's not good enough for him, then anything you do doesn't mean anything.
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[He knows Alfie's probably making a point about them not being so different, but he's going to ignore that for the moment, thank you.]
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[He flips up his hem on the other side, showing off the hilt of a very ornate-looking ivory dagger.]
But that's not what I said. I'm having a think about it.
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[There's a switchblade knife that he pulls from his pocket briefly.]
And it already seems like you've got it covered. What are you thinking about?
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[Inviting him over to sincerely mend fences, and then immediately instigating: it's the Alfie Solomons way.]
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[Now he's definitely trolling.
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I already have. Flynn didn't much like it.
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[He raises his eyebrows, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees.]
I haven't heard this. Tell me about it?
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There's not much to tell. There was a Beetle blocking him from getting into the library, so I shot near its feet. It panicked and skittered off to the side. Flynn was trying to reason with it and freaked out a bit. Also tackled a few of the Beetles that were stopping Royce getting where he wanted to. Me not taking it especially seriously pissed him off, though.
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I'll mention it. Still don't think it'll help much. He needles, y'know? Like you. Has to get at the reason behind it. And if it's not good enough for him, then anything you do doesn't mean anything.
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All right, mate. Yeah.
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Ruining the youth, Alfie. Ruining the youth. You and House.
[He might be needling just a tiny bit.]
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[John shakes his head.]
Bloody plague on the English language, yeah, mate? Ack! There's me doing it, too! You're infectious!