[ As soon as gets confirmation that other people can see it, the mirror whirls back around. That’s his view, and it cuts so close that he doesn’t want anyone to see it. It’s shameful, and somehow lurid. It’s private. ]
Hey Dixon. I’m always the hottest shit in the room.
[ He’s answering the voice – his eyes don’t focus on the network mirror for a moment, and he doesn’t really sell the bullshit. There’s no zip to it. ]
No…. that’s not my life. I don’t know who it is.
[ But he wants it to be. He’d give up limbs and worse to make even half of it “his.” ]
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Hey Dixon. I’m always the hottest shit in the room.
[ He’s answering the voice – his eyes don’t focus on the network mirror for a moment, and he doesn’t really sell the bullshit. There’s no zip to it. ]
No…. that’s not my life. I don’t know who it is.
[ But he wants it to be. He’d give up limbs and worse to make even half of it “his.” ]