[ Chuck won't even pretend that he doesn't enjoy it, because he does. He relishes in the attention he gets because he knows it's deserved, knows that it's something he fucking worked for and earned and he keeps his chin up, jutting into the air as he shakes their hands, other arm curled protectively around his helmet.
(It's not really a shame, Ray, Scott was a douchecanoe and Chuck's a far better choice.) ]
Course ya have, mate. [ His voice is thick with that Australian drawl, filled to the brim with cocky assuredness. ]
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(It's not really a shame, Ray, Scott was a douchecanoe and Chuck's a far better choice.) ]
Course ya have, mate. [ His voice is thick with that Australian drawl, filled to the brim with cocky assuredness. ]
Was fine, yeah? Easy goin', no problems.