"Not exactly a habit you want to get into, though," Dwayne points out. "There is a reason I quit boxing. You know, while I still had my brains and my pretty face." He's got the build for it, and it explains why he hits like a truck full of smaller trucks.
He shrugs, as Josh gets used to the ice on his head. "It's more than just standing out. It's presentation, too. It's pretty amazing what you can get away with if you act like you belong there." He gives Josh a critical eye, head tilted thoughtfully. Huge, yeah, but...Dwayne could definitely work with him. He's got youth, that smile, and traditional good looks that would make it easy to put him in a few different roles besides just a legbreaker. Face it, in spite of his size, the guy's cute and could probably get a few more years out of it. "Well, okay. Acting like you belong there, and maybe a little hair dye." He runs a hand over his own hair, amused. "If I gave you a college jersey and a puppy? I bet I could sneak you in damn near anywhere."
Josh starts to get up, and Dwayne gives him room, once it looks like he's steady on his feet. "Feel free to use anything you need in there," he says with a nod, picking up his cell phone again.
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It only takes Dwayne a little while to fire off a few texts and one brief conversation- with everything prearranged, it only takes a few check-ins to keep everything going smoothly. He even makes arrangements for a few things to be delivered to the crash-house, just to make things easier, and by the time he raps on the door to let Josh know he's done, he knows that there'll be some basic groceries and clothes waiting for them.
He's pretty damn sure that there's no way the kid squeezed out a narrow, beveled window on the fifth floor, and he's unlikely to try to shank him with a modified cardboard toilet paper tube, so he feels pretty secure with the whole thing. Just a knock loud enough to be heard over the running water, and "All set. We're going to be here a little longer, so no rush."
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He shrugs, as Josh gets used to the ice on his head. "It's more than just standing out. It's presentation, too. It's pretty amazing what you can get away with if you act like you belong there." He gives Josh a critical eye, head tilted thoughtfully. Huge, yeah, but...Dwayne could definitely work with him. He's got youth, that smile, and traditional good looks that would make it easy to put him in a few different roles besides just a legbreaker. Face it, in spite of his size, the guy's cute and could probably get a few more years out of it. "Well, okay. Acting like you belong there, and maybe a little hair dye." He runs a hand over his own hair, amused. "If I gave you a college jersey and a puppy? I bet I could sneak you in damn near anywhere."
Josh starts to get up, and Dwayne gives him room, once it looks like he's steady on his feet. "Feel free to use anything you need in there," he says with a nod, picking up his cell phone again.
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It only takes Dwayne a little while to fire off a few texts and one brief conversation- with everything prearranged, it only takes a few check-ins to keep everything going smoothly. He even makes arrangements for a few things to be delivered to the crash-house, just to make things easier, and by the time he raps on the door to let Josh know he's done, he knows that there'll be some basic groceries and clothes waiting for them.
He's pretty damn sure that there's no way the kid squeezed out a narrow, beveled window on the fifth floor, and he's unlikely to try to shank him with a modified cardboard toilet paper tube, so he feels pretty secure with the whole thing. Just a knock loud enough to be heard over the running water, and "All set. We're going to be here a little longer, so no rush."