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— ayato didn't know what they'd think. last time he'd been around, he'd been a different person; a strong —young, he'd give them that— kangaroo with four arms, all donned with bright red punching gloves and a russian accent thick enough to knock someone off their feet. but no- oh, no, he somehow got back to his old self again. his tiger body was safe in the confines of his shapeshifting with his jacket and hoodie, his cat body and fire wings and scarf were all pleasantly safe as well. what he would be wearing around more often now was his black dragon body, purple eyes scanning what was around him as he lumbered around in search of his old home. he was gonna kick vanny's ass if he found out something'd happened to the place (even if the guy was dead— he was going to resurrect the guy and kill him), so it should still be the shitstack he remembered it to be.
ah, yes— the rebellion. breezeclan. he'd been around for an awful long time and he was looking forward to seeing how far it'd come. he still remembered, honestly, when it was still in it's early days, when they still lived in the warehouse (he called it the shitshack, if he could remember correctly), and flameprincess and ama and chasing— chase. he remembered him. lightningbottle... but,, he would not subject himself to remembering such things as when he made fun of him and everyone took it the wrong way... when he jokingly asked him to dance... when he...— wait, stop. there was no time for this. for anything like that anymore. he wouldn't let himself think about all this ever again. shaking his head to rid himself of these memories, the dragon called out, [b]"yo! the name's ayato, and i don't give a fuck if you remember me or not but!! i used to be the boss 'round here, and it feels like the seventh circle of hell to be back! get it? no? what i meant to say was, it's fUCKING LIT! amirite? anybody get it? thought not. okay, i'm gonna stop talking now, el-em-ay-oh." the dragon seated himself, looking around with a pleasantly satisfied expression. nailed it.