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This is Nate, you know what to do. I'll...probably get back to you.

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[ Yeah, he could have foreseen that bringing up ships would capture Poe's attention span the same way any object over a hundred years old captures Nate's.

He raises his eyebrows, amused, gently steering. ]

So what makes you think we'd get along?

[volitaunt]

I don't know, exactly. [ He hums thoughtfully.

Then: ]

He's a smartass.

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Oh.

[ Pleasant, soft, almost lilting in delivery. The dry exclamation of a man who has just stumbled upon a five dollar bill in the street and cannot believe his luck. ]

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So what you're saying is, I'm a smartass.

[ Birds of a feather. ]

[volitaunt]

[ Oh no that voice?? Is very rude. Poe's stomach turns over and he does his damnedest to ignore it. ]

You're one of those things anyway.

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[ "Rude" says the guy haphazardly calling people smartasses. Pot, meet kettle. ]

I'll pretend it's the first part.

[volitaunt]

[ Wow it's not haphazard. It's very thoughtful and carefully considered.

His voice is still rude. ]

You can pretend, but we both know the truth.