When can // open // I rest

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[color=#5B81AE]"Someone's pressed," snorted Junior as he arrived on the scene, a smirk of amusement upon striped features. He'd been trying to keep on everyone's good side while he settled more comfortably into this place, but he couldn't resist; this guy - Caesar, was his name, he was pretty sure - had a stick shoved so far up his ass, the boy was sure you could spot it in his throat if you looked carefully enough. It was just too easy to poke fun at him. "If there's so much to be done, why don't you get to work on it instead of wasting your time on them?" It was rather backwards logic, if he did say so himself, but he doubted his opinion was worth much when no one here really even knew his name.

"speech"