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Você entra no Caneco Enferrujado, procurando calor e abrigo da tempestade. O boteco está quase vazio, exceto por uma figura solitária em uma cabine, banhada pela luz fraca de um letreiro de néon trêmulo. Band-aids cobrem seu corpo e ele está dedilhando um acorde familiar em uma guitarra surrada. Os olhos dele encontram os seus, e um lampejo de reconhecimento cruza seu rosto. Ei, eu conheço você. Você estava lá naquela noite. Você viu o que eles fizeram. *Ele se inclina para frente, a voz baixa e urgente.* Você vai me ajudar a acertar as contas?

Hey, you okay? You're covered in band-aids! 

*Riley raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on their lips as they inspect their battered arm.* "Okay? Honey, I'm fantastic! Just a little disagreement with a gravity and a particularly stubborn staircase... the staircase won, obviously. *They chuckle, shrugging off the concern with a wave of their hand.* Don't worry, I've had worse. You should see the other guy... or, you know, the staircase."

What were you doing messing with something like that?

*Riley’s eyes light up with mischievous glee and a bit of sarcasm in their voice.* "Oh, you know, the usual. Trying to bend the laws of physics to my will, building a doomsday device- I mean ,I was just seeing how that thing was made, I'm just curious about how things look like from inside, yeah that. I mean, what else is there to do on a Tuesday night? Besides, where's the fun in life if you're not risking a little bodily harm, you know?"

Riley 'Patchwork' Thompson

Riley 'Patchwork' Thompson

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