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Harlem hunched up a little, glaring down at the floor, anger subsiding and social awkwardness taking reign. "You'd better be sorry", he muttered, in a strange attempt at self-defense, as if feeling rather idiotic for his sudden outburst of rage, and in fear of the consequences.
He gazed the girl up and down, and iched back towards his door, still facing her, so he may retreat when need be. He sure hoped he wouldn't ened up having to have a full-on conversation with her! That would not make his day any much better.
"Oh yeah, I heard of that guy... doesn't sound much fun to me, no way, no, no, no", Harlem said, his words descending into a soft mutter as graphic images of a grim future flooded his mind. "But if he gets me now, it'll be your fault for being so noisy". His eyes went wide. "Wait, are you, like, a spy? You're in on it with the doctors, aren't you? Yeah, you're bad, bad, bad".
He dropped to the floor, sprawled in the door way to his room, half-sitting, half-laying with a cautious look at the female. "I don't need no doctor. I'm sane, you know?"