[The man comes out of nowhere while the car is parked, all flurried movements, bright colors, spiked hair, and the kind of general appearance that practically screams the definition of "hot mess". He knocks on the window of the car and offers a wide, self-conscious grin, like he's trying to seem the pinnacle of confidence but somehow lost the image of what that's actually supposed to be somewhere between the mental picture and actually putting it into action. The knock, when it's not immediately answered, is followed by the mimicking of rolling the window down, in the old days when that was actually a thing.]
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Hey. Hey. Kid. You got a sec?