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So many new faces, he really had chose to become a traveler at the worst time didn't he? [b]"Junkpaw huh? Well, it's nice ta meetcha, got any nicknames before I give ya one?". There was a very low chance he'd use an already established nickname, but hey, hearing them gave his brain ideas, it got the smart juice flowing and he drank it all in like an illustrious smoothie. A small grin settled on his face, the hyper pace of the male slowing down as two more individuals came along to greet him. Who was Bob? Who was Bob?! Man the nerves of this guy! "Bob's yer uncle, nice guy in an 'ard hat. Has a lotta weird tension wit' a chick called Wendy an' I ain't just talkin' 'bout that red headed one if ya know what I'm sayin'. Somethin' told me he got tha two mixed up one night which is why he has ta surround himself with talkin' vehicles to spare 'im tha loss of his first wife. IT'S DEEP LIKE MINOLTA BABY!". He span around on the spot, rather happy at this philosophy behind good ol' Bob.
The fox turned his head towards Soren, blinking for a couple of moments as he tried to get a grasp of what the guy was saying. Was that a rhetorical question? It sounded like a rhetorical question. "You're damn right you're supposed to be impressed! I gotta lot on my mind an' it ain't just about how many ways I can turn ya stripes to spots an' serve it to ya like Breakfast at IHop. Speakin' of spots, I gotta couple right 'ere," he got a little off track, lifting a paw up gently underneath his bandanna. It was legitimate, as expected of someone of his standard. "An' also speakin' of spots, anyone 'ere seen Phanservice?". That was Phantom for those who weren't aware of his little nickname game he had going on, which by the looks of all these strange strangers, would be everyone.
/ aah i really shouldn't be making posts with enzo when i'm tired
but this is a post with enzo where i'm tired
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