They're muttonchops. [ He sighs and puts his back to a part of the wall not bearing graffiti and slides down against it, looking just. Tired. ] Great. If they're gonna try and make fun of me, I'd rather it be somewhat accurate. This is just insulting.

[ More confusing than anything, actually. He pauses before glancing back up at it, and at her, and asks: ] Do you think there's any way this could actually be about someone else?