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Sid Jenkins ([info]emo_underdog) wrote in [info]vas_captio_rpg,
Sid shifted his weight from one foot to the other awkwardly. How did you tell a fit, cool bird that you've had your arse kicked by a bunch of girls. On more than one occasion? And sometimes while not actually outnumbered? He didn't even have to say and she was laughing and, well, he would be, too, if Anwar or Chris had told him the same thing. "Oi, I was outnumbered," he pointed out easily omitting the instances in which Michelle and Cass had done numbers on him. "So...it wasn't really all that fair," he added as a smirk tugged at his lips, in spite of himself.

"No, not so bad at all, actually," Sid agreed giving her a smile - if he'd thought about it for half a second before doing it, he'd have realized that it was a fond one and probably a bit more soft and goofy than he'd been going for. Though, it was short-lived, replaced by a far more full and amused one. "You can be an equal...equal to the fact that Rapunzel was a bird," he laughed. "You wouldn't wanna climb up my hair, anyway, I haven't showered and it's been under this cap for three days straight," he added with a lopsided grin. Four, if he counted today, because he was counting the day before he woke up here.

The more they talked about wallets, the more Sid thought of the photo of Cass. Had he checked every pocket? Because seeing her face right now would make him feel infinitely better. "Right, yeah..." he muttered distractedly, cigarette burning near down to the filter as it bobbed up and down with his words and he patted himself down.

Then he paused and patted at the back pockets of his jeans. "Safe!" he shouted suddenly and extracted the photo of Cass, holding it out for Cheryl. "Guess this slipped their radar. ...or maybe they just didn't wanna touch my bum," he laughed. "That's Cass," he added perhaps unnecessarily.

With a small smirk, he shrugged. "Can't help it; I'm a bloke. And 'sides, 's better when someone else does it for you, yeah?" he laughed.


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