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[Cross doesn't care much about hiding today. All of the brats he normally avoids would be hovering over that ponytailed moron, so he's content to flop himself down on a random park bench, stretched out on his back, blowing smoke rings into the air. Get close enough and you're likely to hear him murmuring every now and again about idiots and how they're not worth the trouble.]
[And if any ladies get close enough, they might get a cat-call. He's pissed, but he's not blind.]