"Hey, Hey, Hey Hacketteer!" Dylan started, giving you a playful hip bump as he walked into the room. He glanced over the box you were going through, vaguely curious.

"What're you looking for? A pen?" He asked with a straight face. Before you could answer he smirked, producing one from his pocket with a flourish.

"Cuz I got one right here, ready for autographs!" He smirked, striking a small pose like a model.