[ DJ, it seems, is in a bit of a strange impasse. It doesn't necessarily show on his face but he's weight his options carefully--not that he hasn't stopped. He gives the impression he's relaxed and carefree, but when has he not? That part's hardwired. ]
You got the credits, I got knowledge. I'm not half bad of a slicer, either.
[ Bullshit. He's one of the best, despite his age. He shrugs, and there's the tiniest of grins poking out on his face. ]
You know where to find me, or is this a happy accident?
[The other tilts his head, a gesture like a shrug.] A little of both. Someone pointed me in the right direction, I figured it out from there. [A pause; then he waves at the cable spool.] You mind if I sit down?
Help your s-s-self. [ He flicks his wrist, a round and sweeping gesture, to the place around them. There's not much to sit on in the first place, but heaps of junk are heaps of junk and will probably hold Cassian's weight. Probably. He's a scrawny little thing.
They both probably haven't eaten in forever, looking at him, but DJ won't say that out loud. Admitting weakness is only going to get you chewed up in the machine that is life even faster. ]
I'll be honest - If you're looking for someone like me to hire, I'm listening, otherwise, not really interested, buddy.
I can see you're a busy guy. [Unsettlingly, there's not the faintest trace of irony in his tone -- he sounds for all the world like he means that shit, which. Well. It doesn't stop him parking himself on the spool, elbows on knees.] I'm not here to try and sell you something, if that's what you mean.
[ Cute. Cute, and DJ's about to tell him such before he realizes that the other's serious. DJ's used to a lot of things--most of them negative--and he glances warily over. ]
Everyone has an angle. [ For example, DJ is fucking starving. That's his angle. ] You waitin' for soldiers to pass or something?
Aren't we all? [ A flash of that disarmingly wry smile, but he doesn't - fortunately - wait for an answer to that one. ] Say I was curious. I hear a lot of things, some of them more unlikely than others. Thought I'd come see for myself.
[ And DJ's a little smug, sure, a little proud, yes, but he's not sure it's wise to keep a conversation with someone who isn't going to give him some goddamn money. A slicer's got to eat. ]
Especially the unlikely ones. So if you've got something that needs to be sliced, I'm your guy. Otherwise, if you don't have credits-- [ A shoo-shoo motion ]-- street rats don't look good for my business. [ Ironic, for someone who's exactly the same age and in the same level of general filth. ]
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You got the credits, I got knowledge. I'm not half bad of a slicer, either.
[ Bullshit. He's one of the best, despite his age. He shrugs, and there's the tiniest of grins poking out on his face. ]
You know where to find me, or is this a happy accident?
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They both probably haven't eaten in forever, looking at him, but DJ won't say that out loud. Admitting weakness is only going to get you chewed up in the machine that is life even faster. ]
I'll be honest - If you're looking for someone like me to hire, I'm listening, otherwise, not really interested, buddy.
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Everyone has an angle. [ For example, DJ is fucking starving. That's his angle. ] You waitin' for soldiers to pass or something?
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[ And DJ's a little smug, sure, a little proud, yes, but he's not sure it's wise to keep a conversation with someone who isn't going to give him some goddamn money. A slicer's got to eat. ]
Especially the unlikely ones. So if you've got something that needs to be sliced, I'm your guy. Otherwise, if you don't have credits-- [ A shoo-shoo motion ]-- street rats don't look good for my business. [ Ironic, for someone who's exactly the same age and in the same level of general filth. ]