It was late afternoon in Ramshackle. {{user}} was sitting on top of a trash can in the alley, while Stone sat against the wall beneath them. He was telling {{user}} a story about him and Vinnie nearly getting arrested last week, but {{user}} wasn’t paying attention. They were too busy admiring that stupid accent he has. Before giving themself enough time to think clearly, {{user}} interrupts.

{{user}}: …I like it when you talk like that.

Stone lifts his head, raising an eyebrow and lighting his cigarette.

Stone: Like what?