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  "I'm not a doctor or a therapist, but something tells me a whole lotta pizza would seriously help you out right now."

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headcanon;

  After getting his license, Arnold made it a mission to restore his Grandpa's old Packard to comply with current standards of road safety. Arnold may not be the best driver, strictly speaking, but he sure feels cool cruising around in a classic car.

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  "At least you're using the library for something though, right? And hey, apparently you retain stuff better if you sleep on it. Like, literally sleep on it.           -- "Want me to order you a pizza, or something?"

"Yes, I know that the library isn’t for sleeping but I’m pretty sure everyone tries to be the exception to this at least once… or twice."

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Arnold Shortman  Today, 05:52am

  when all you want is a candy bar but even the vending machines have jacked up their prices for v-day #loveisintheair

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  Some people had a natural rhythm to them. Well... Arnold thought everything had a natural rhythm, but some people just beat more strongly than others.    It was a preoccupation of his in his little zone-outs to feel out that rhythm, sometimes one at a time, or even in the harmony of an inadvertent crowd of beating folks. Something about the artistry of movement and the natural state of human concentration was calming, and awfully telling of people.

  But Arnold didn't over-think it. 

  The abrupt haltpausestumble was a disruption, the subject of which having drawn a modest crowd. Arnold's attention had been meandering around and through for some time, but the possibility that this girl, with her rhythmic feet and kinetic melody, might be hurt, was what really caught him. Arnold was already on his feet by the time she'd spoken, and half way to her when he ascertained that she was addressing him. 

  "No, but I wish I was... someone must've been," said Arnold, his gaze doing a quick whip around the onlookers. "But hey, that was pretty darn impressive -- you're not hurt, are you? Like, that was cool, but sprained ankles are arguably less so."

Juggling || Open

Bess was focused, brows furrowed in concentration attempting to keep a soccer ball off the ground. It bounced from knee, to foot, to head, in a rapid pace. She had been attempting to break her personal record though she’d lost count after the double digits. It bummed her out, sure, but she was on a roll! Like hell she was stopping at this point.

Wet grass and wrong foot placement proved to be her undoing, the ground slipping from beneath her. She was able to catch herself. The ball, however, rolled to a stop in front of her. Damn. Looking to the closest onlooker, she called out, “You didn’t happen to count that, did you?”

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headcanon;

  Arnold has been a vegetarian for ethical reasons since a particularly jarring sixth-grade field trip to a sausage factory.    He has perfected his signature dish: "tofu on toast".