ZekksGoddess posted:“Twenty minutes.” In response, there was a vague grunt from the corner. Zekk grinned down from his cross-legged position atop a pile of heavy boxes. “Nineteen minutes.” Grunting again, an old man rolled over on his cot to glare up at him. “Boy,” he grumbled, his voice thick, “Don’t you know old people don’t like to be reminded they’re getting older?” “Which brings us to another matter…how old are you going to be?” “Old enough.” He responded briskly, closing his eyes as though trying to close the conversation.