The Clash disbanded in 1986. Tim nods along, easy and understanding. Because there's no reason to fool himself into thinking that the timeline is something he should be shocked about.
He wants to be disappointed in having lost a-- a- a potential friendship or something, but not even Tim is sure what the appropriate label there would be. Therefore, it can't really matter. It's alright.
He gestures for this guy to pass the liner pencil, humming in thought because he barely noticed the pin. (Some detective he's turned out to be, huh.) "Sublime is the cop-out answer," he muses. Tries not to burn his fingertips. "Operation Ivy is Californian, though. Ever check them out?"
(There used to be a guy, a real metalhead. Tim had only badgered him about DnD. Live and learn, right?)
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He wants to be disappointed in having lost a-- a- a potential friendship or something, but not even Tim is sure what the appropriate label there would be. Therefore, it can't really matter. It's alright.
He gestures for this guy to pass the liner pencil, humming in thought because he barely noticed the pin. (Some detective he's turned out to be, huh.) "Sublime is the cop-out answer," he muses. Tries not to burn his fingertips. "Operation Ivy is Californian, though. Ever check them out?"
(There used to be a guy, a real metalhead. Tim had only badgered him about DnD. Live and learn, right?)