Brody nodded at Doug and looked, again, a little sheepish that he had next to nothing to offer Rachel.
"Hobbies? Uh, movies, I guess. Primarily ones that have 'slaughter', 'bloodbath', 'massacre', or some variation in the title. Music. Y'know: Quiet Riot, The Clash, AC/DC, Lila Cheney, Anvil. The good stuff. TV, if it's rad, Video games, but not like the Shooters. Well, most of em, some of em can be kinda cool..." Brody felt himself rambling, and stopped for a moment, "...Oh! I'm kinda handy. Sorta had to be. Shit kept breaking at my Mom's house. Foster mom. It was cheaper to just try and fix it ourselves. Well, myself. Mom worked mainly. Works. Not that Arlee wasn't helpful. My sister, I mean..." Rambling again, Brody. Shut up.
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"Hobbies? Uh, movies, I guess. Primarily ones that have 'slaughter', 'bloodbath', 'massacre', or some variation in the title. Music. Y'know: Quiet Riot, The Clash, AC/DC, Lila Cheney, Anvil. The good stuff. TV, if it's rad, Video games, but not like the Shooters. Well, most of em, some of em can be kinda cool..." Brody felt himself rambling, and stopped for a moment, "...Oh! I'm kinda handy. Sorta had to be. Shit kept breaking at my Mom's house. Foster mom. It was cheaper to just try and fix it ourselves. Well, myself. Mom worked mainly. Works. Not that Arlee wasn't helpful. My sister, I mean..." Rambling again, Brody. Shut up.