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*lounging in Face's kiddie pool outside*

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*working on his bike near the pool*

*whistling to himself and splashes water at BA*

*growls, but ignores him*

*splashes him again and goes back to whistling*

*sigh, head turns to glare at him* Knock it off, fool.

You looked a little hot over there, Bosco.

I am not, if I was, I would be in the pool choking you.

Aw c'mon, BA. Water feels nice.

Yo, if I wanted to be in the water I would be. I am busy here *points to his bike*

Good thing you ain't 'cause there isn't room for both of us, an' I don't want you sittin' on me.

Don't tempt me.

You better not, then you'd break the pool an' no one'd get to have fun.

Then leave me be.

If you say so. Pretty lonely existence over there. Lemme know when that bike starts talkin' back to ya. Though, I could translate now if you want me to.

Don't you dare.

No need t'get angry, big guy, just offerin'.

I refuse, thanks.

Suit yourself. *splashes a little in the water*

I will.

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