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Post by Alecto on Feb 20, 2022 9:39:46 GMT -8
He raised his solo cup and tipped it towards Marco with an dry chuckle. "T.J. — please don't ask, I'm looking to change it anyway." Maybe he was a junior and didn't get along with his dad. He doesn't stare at Shelby Coraline Darby either as instinct kicked Alecto in the gut to haul her upstairs and swat the King of the Emos across the face. Was she cursed? Was she doing drugs too? Was Marco a bad influence, or just a victim of circumstance?
A silent trill started to bubble in the Beast's throat as the claws stretched against the limits of the Mask, and she rolled the energy into some nervous body language. He hopefully didn't come off so cocky as the group would feel the need to take the piss out of him, and distract from the task.
"I know I just got here, so if you needed something from me, I get it." He straightened his shoulders as he waited for Marco to finish the pomp of establishing his authority.
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