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His feet swung to the beat of his thoughts, heels smacking into the bricks of the wall he’d taken a seat on. Ugh, he must have been thinking for hours, or as the digital clock flashing on the nearby marquee showed, twenty minutes. Luckily for him there was this meatba- er, human coming along that looked smart enough. “Hey,“ he attempted in a friendly greeting as he hopped down from his perch. "Do you know anything about riddles? I’m stuck on one.”
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Surprise at being called over by a stranger forces her feet into a stop, and his remark is greeted by a blink and a searching stare. Slowly, she shrugs and shuffles over, stopping again once there is an acceptable distance for conversation between. Even if he is a serial killer of sorts, he isn’t stupid enough to do anything rash in a public place, is he?
With a lazy shrug, she drawls, ‘Depends.’ She had been an excellent riddle solver once, but that was years ago.