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[Now that it's raining - blood but Argentine doesn't know that - the statue has come out to play! Well, more like he's come out to stare at the sky, head tipped back in confusion. The rain doesn't bother him at all despite getting in his eyes, though it does bother his raccoon. He currently has it bundled into his coat where it seems content to sleep.

Argentine, meanwhile, is content to be a turkey and stare up.]

This isn't rain.

[He is the master of observation.]

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[onehundredbeers]

[Hey Argentine. Say hi to Nathan, who is drinking a soda and getting, well, soaked with the same blood. He doesn't know it's blood either. He also doesn't seem to care about getting rained on.]

Yeah, uh. It's probably motor oil.

[Mmm, soda.]

[artiscordis.livejournal.com]

[Argentine blinks at him.]

What is that? Does it usually rain motor oil?

[onehundredbeers]

It's, uh... motor oil.

[He drinks from his straw.]

And no, it doesn't.

[artiscordis.livejournal.com]

What does motor oil do?

[onehundredbeers]

...It, uh, oils motors...