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bull-de-hierro

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10 min. Dedan sketch

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“Well...”

“Rather.”

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“Depends on the weather I--?”

“Perhaps?”

"I-- don't mean to pry or stay long, but um, quick question of concern? Aren't you worried your hair follicles on your chest are gonna get stuck on the buttons...?"

“ I’m touched by your concern, but it’s, uh … it’s never been a problem before.

“Would you rather I walked around shirtless?”

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“Oh.” Twiddles his thumbs.

“I had the misfortune of meeting him.”

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{transformation tuesday:

^2014

^2015 }

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chivalryisinthesky:

“A uniform! Why? Do you like it? As do I!”

“Not really- no. I was talking about the huge thing on your head. Doesn’t that... hurt?”

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“I suppose the real question here is why-- no wait, how do you know the director? Who told you about him...?”

plasticpipelines replied to your post:Do you know what a Sugar Daddy is?

“They’re talking about Enoch.”

“Ah! That makes sense, then.”

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chivalryisinthesky started following you

“What are you... wearing...?”

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“It’s... just a hat...”

Sips coffee loudly.

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“I’ve been to worlds stranger than I’d ever like to talk about. I’m unsure if I’m dead and this is purgatory, but a land filled with walking animals and metal men is testing my willpower.”

“I don’t really remember when I last ate something, but...”

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bull-de-hierro started following you

The strangest part of being a map making, steamboat operator was sometimes finding yourself in new places. Typically, it would have been easier to find his way back, but this time seemed unlikely. A bit of nervousness swelled in his stomach as he’d dropped the anchor off his boat and stepped off into the unknown land, staring up at strange foliage he’d never smelled before. That wouldn’t be the oddest bit of the short man’s journeys.

After countless hours following his compass and calling out his siblings name in hopes of finding them, he stumbles across a strange little down, and even stranger, some big hulking man with horns. Who... was not really blocking his path, but William was William, and determined to find his sibling, decided that they were indeed blocking him.

“Excuse me, could you step aside?” He pipes up despite clearly being able to walk around the other. A+ job tiny muffin man.

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A not so grumpy chuff baby 8>

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What do you think of Atsu?

“...Who?”

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{WHY R Y’ALL STILL FOLLOWIN I HAVENT BEEN ON IN MONTHS}

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It's a good thing he showed up! Who knows what injuries the other man suffered from these--... low leveled spectres. Or maybe that was how he thought of many spectres now and days. Either way, he notices how the other is just as bad of a leaping lizard as his brother is- only with better landing skills. Much better landing skills.

The comment of "round" has him pull on his belt and huff, idly patting his stomach. "ROUND?! I'll have you know I enjoy being round." He states, hopping in place to rile up his stomach and produce heated plastic to easily rid one of the many enemies surrounding Shovel Knight.

"Now quit making a fuss. I got this."

Naturally, the blue clad stranger has gotten himself surrounded by a mess of ghosts. That doesn’t prove to be a problem. He jumps clear over the incorporeal beasts, drawing his weapon. That’s when he spot Willie. “Ah! Oh. Uh… Stay back, my round friend. I’ve got this.” Yes, William will be regretting this.

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Typical Willie behavior to go shoving people away so easily. He picks idly at his gloves, turning his back but still keeping the strangers scent in mind. Oddly enough, he feels a bit of drool run down his head. It's easily fixed with a mere wipe across his sleeve.

After much debate, and soft muttering of how miserable he'd feel getting the other killed, he turns around and starts high tailing it as fast as his little legs can carry- tripping and stumbling, but always rolling back to his feet and wheezing. Gods above, he thinks to himself, am I going to regret this?

"O-oh…" His shoulders sag in dismay. His abysmal sense of direction is what found him here in the first place. "Alright then." He turns on his heal and starts heading  the wrong way entirely.