[Len isn't cheating. He's making himself comfortable.
If he happens to be sitting in just the right way, to emphasize every sharp angle and curve, the length of his legs, and absolutely demon expression of coolness on his face, well, that's who he is.
Coincidentally, when he whips out a tube of lip-balm with a thick, glossy finish and coats his lips with the same near OCD precision he does everything else, wielding the wand like a surgical scalpel, inspecting his work in the reflective finish of his cold-gun...
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If he happens to be sitting in just the right way, to emphasize every sharp angle and curve, the length of his legs, and absolutely demon expression of coolness on his face, well, that's who he is.
Coincidentally, when he whips out a tube of lip-balm with a thick, glossy finish and coats his lips with the same near OCD precision he does everything else, wielding the wand like a surgical scalpel, inspecting his work in the reflective finish of his cold-gun...
He has dry lips.
And he's an asshole.]