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I’m moving!

I’m moving the blog so i can make it my primary blog! Please, go and follow me over here! https://oddworld-wonders.tumblr.com/

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amadeus, what’s the worst thing you ever cooked?

Amadeus: ugh... I don't know if you could really even call it cooking but.. I used to make... pre-packaged noodle cups. Disgusting I know, but! I was young, and desperate! You must understand, I only did it to survive!

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Have you been coming up with any new dishes lately, chef? 👀

Amadeus: But of course dear!~ I'm a creative, there's never a time where I'm NOT thinking of new and inventive dishes! The most recent addition to the menu was Crispy Slurg Salad. A quaint vegetable medley, with crisped Slurg bits lovingly tossed in a roganz dressing. Low fat, tastes great. An especially good option for those watching their weight.

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which 1 of u is the cutest and why

Brute: O-oh well i ain't never really though of myself as all that cute- i mean really... ten foot tall, covered in all these scars- not what you'd call conventionally attractive, y'know? Osten: Oh well, I don't really go for the whole 'cute' look.. i enjoy more of a silver fox thing, y'know?~ Like a sugar-daddy or a well-cultured dilf.

Klunk: oh cutest?? Well, it couldn't be me! I'm not sayin I look bad or anythin, but I'm not all that special! I'm just a big bro with a metal thing imbedded in his tum..

Stigma: Cute... I don't let many people call me that. It's demeaning, disingenuine. Unless.. it's from the maw of someone... you care about.

Raymond: Oh well it's clearly me!~ Vykkers have a whole scale of attractiveness, and it's based on, get this, Masochistic facial and body modifications~ believe it or not, the patches on my face?~ make me even more handsome!~ of course even without it i'd outrank a good number of folk on this list.. but I have to be handsome! it's good for business ;)))

Amadeus: oh dear well~ I hate to sound arrogant! but honestly, i've been told that if I ever wanted a career swap, I should try modeling~

Mudd: Cute, ugly, average, who NEEDS it?! you get enough alcohol in your system (or someone elses system) and looks REALLY don't matter in the end! you're gonna be more concerned with cutting the rubber band off your balls and trying to figure out why your cellphone is halfway inside you!

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Stigma, don’t you think violence is bad? :(

Stigma: Quite to the contrary. Violence is an art form, and much like a brush, can be wielded by anyone.. and while some fools swing and fling it around, I prefer to seek out those who are masterful with the craft... so that I might crush them.

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Brute, you have a face not even a mother could love.

Brute: Tell that to my mama!... If you can find er'... I haven't exactly kept in touch all that well- she ain't exactly happy bout' my runnin off like I did. In fact, if you DO find er', tell her I'm dead.

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Gimme gimme 👀👉👈

REBLOG IF YOU ARE HELLA BORED AND WOULDN’T MIND SOME CURIOUS ANONS.

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The doctor hissed and angrily swept his tape back from the mud’s impolite hands “Don’t you DARE touch my equipment! Measure yourself- what kind of doctor would do that nonsense!... I mean really now. Anyways, lets stay on track..” He grumbled, giving Dondo the side eye. “Don’t be a baby about it, it’s the same thing every fighter before you and every fighter AFTER you is gonna have to do. Now get that top off, damn it! I need to get your height, weight, and all sorts of other shit. Trust me I ain’t exactly PEACHY about it either.” He says, crossing his arms. “If you’re so antsy, you should know that this is gonna be like any routine checkup, I’m takin yer height, weight, I’m looking at your bone structure, testing reaction time, makin sure your ears ain’t full of WAX, all the usual garbage. Now man up and take off the damn suit.”  The nurse seems to hold back laughter as he eyes the large figure, typing in the details he can see at the moment (I.E. eye color, build, frame, etc.)

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Dondo took a gulp.

They had already got themselves jazzed up after a trip back into society-underground-smuggling as much Soulstorm brew as she could-only to just survive a bit longer, and only for herself. After learning during the festival just how dangerous it is to the body, there's no way she'd let her little brother anywhere near the stuff. She was now pumped full of precious brew coursing through her veins and rejuvinating her hungover and desperate-for-brew body.

Shaking with adrenaline, she fidgets in her chair waiting to be called out by Stigma's expert doctors.

Since birth and, upon birth-work-Dondo had never seen a doctor.

Its not that she was ashamed of who she was, it's just that nobody has ever known. They registered her as a worker due to her size. She feared if they didn't see she was male, she'd be killed for lying. And she really didnt like the idea of ending up like her mother, however that happened.

She could just fight back, but then she wouldnt get hired if she killed staff. "Fuck..." Dondo mutters to herself. "C'mon..think.." She winces, her thick skulled small brain doing the most squats it's ever done.

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“I’ll have you know I consider myself incredibly thorough! ‘Shady ring doctor-’ I went to med school for a reason, you meat-head punk! Now come on, I don’t like being around you smelly lugs longer than I have to..” He comments, walking into the examination room, which was large enough to accommodate even the bulkiest fighter. “Alright so just strip down to your underwear and ill get your measurements. Anything I should know about before I start?” He asked, peering at Dondo with those fogged eyes of his.  A single intern wandered about the room, sorting needles and sterilizing tools. The room itself was clean down to the very last spec, not a bit of dust in sight. Various instruments that seemed to be straight out of a masochists wet dream lined the wall, above a large sink. The room smelled of bleach and cleanliness, totally sterile and devoid of life. Perhaps reminiscent of that chemical smell given off during the destruction of bodies.  The doctor set out a length of measuring tape, as the nurse calibrated the scales and sat near a computer, ready to log the fighters information.

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Dondo took a gulp.

They had already got themselves jazzed up after a trip back into society-underground-smuggling as much Soulstorm brew as she could-only to just survive a bit longer, and only for herself. After learning during the festival just how dangerous it is to the body, there's no way she'd let her little brother anywhere near the stuff. She was now pumped full of precious brew coursing through her veins and rejuvinating her hungover and desperate-for-brew body.

Shaking with adrenaline, she fidgets in her chair waiting to be called out by Stigma's expert doctors.

Since birth and, upon birth-work-Dondo had never seen a doctor.

Its not that she was ashamed of who she was, it's just that nobody has ever known. They registered her as a worker due to her size. She feared if they didn't see she was male, she'd be killed for lying. And she really didnt like the idea of ending up like her mother, however that happened.

She could just fight back, but then she wouldnt get hired if she killed staff. "Fuck..." Dondo mutters to herself. "C'mon..think.." She winces, her thick skulled small brain doing the most squats it's ever done.

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As the line in the waiting room shrunk, the doctor stirred, visibly stressed by all the patients flooding into and out of his office. As to be expected in a place as violent as this, the medical wing was possibly the most busy part of the stadium. Fighters would sign away their right to sue upon injury or death, but even still the doctors would treat patients as best as possible, insuring that they MAY live to fight another day. As the head official dragged a clawed finger down his list, he tapped his clip-board and scanned the room, clearing his throat. “I’m looking for a ‘Dondo’, for entry examination? Please stand and follow me.” The doc said, putting a hand on his hip. The doctor was a fairly peculiar looking vykker, with sickly greenish skin rather than the usual purple or blue. His eyes were a sort of pale blue, with large bags underneath. He wore a white overcoat, and had a stethoscope wrapped around his extended neck, which seemed fairly meaty. He was rounder, with a clear gut that was ready to jettison outwards, if it wasn’t being stopped by the one determined button at the bottom of his shirt. The nametag hanging loosely from his coat read “Dr. Gab”. His teeth were crooked and shapely, and his arms seemed to have empty sagging skin dangling off them. His brow was furrowed, and he had a consistent resting bitch face about him, which was clear even through the bit of extra fat. “I don’t have all day, so lets make this a quick look over.”

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Dondo took a gulp.

They had already got themselves jazzed up after a trip back into society-underground-smuggling as much Soulstorm brew as she could-only to just survive a bit longer, and only for herself. After learning during the festival just how dangerous it is to the body, there's no way she'd let her little brother anywhere near the stuff. She was now pumped full of precious brew coursing through her veins and rejuvinating her hungover and desperate-for-brew body.

Shaking with adrenaline, she fidgets in her chair waiting to be called out by Stigma's expert doctors.

Since birth and, upon birth-work-Dondo had never seen a doctor.

Its not that she was ashamed of who she was, it's just that nobody has ever known. They registered her as a worker due to her size. She feared if they didn't see she was male, she'd be killed for lying. And she really didnt like the idea of ending up like her mother, however that happened.

She could just fight back, but then she wouldnt get hired if she killed staff. "Fuck..." Dondo mutters to herself. "C'mon..think.." She winces, her thick skulled small brain doing the most squats it's ever done.

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⚠ – What is a ship (or type of ship) that you have no intention of writing? (For any of the bois)

((Honestly, as long as it's not underaged or incestual, i'm open to pretty much any ships! ships always make me real happy when i think about em, lol.))

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💌 – Is your muse the type to write love letters? What about accepting them? [for Brute]

✂ – How does your muse handle a break-up? Have they ever been dumped before? How do they break-up with a partner? [for Amadeus]

💔 – How do you feel about writing love triangles? What about unrequited love? [for Mudd]

Brute (💌): Well, personally I... wouldn't.. my handwritin' is just awful, n' I wouldn't know what to write anyways. But! if someone were boutta send me a letter, I think I would probably melt.. Amadeus (✂): Well, I think I handle break-ups fairly well, personally. Last time, I threw back a bottle of wine and cried for six hours while eating junk food simply moved on with my life. Live and let live, you know? I've been dumped a few times, and currently I'm still on the look out... if anyone wants to call me, I'm certainly available~ As for how I dump people, I try to keep things amicable and friendly. I wouldn't want to make a scene..

Mudd (💔): Well, considering I'm usually the one initiating the love triangles. Of course, I've been involved with PLENTY of people in my time. I've certainly seen my fair share of jealous ex's, angry husbands, angry wives, the whole nine yards. As for unrequited love, it's not really an issue if you're persistent enough... of course, sometimes you just need to know when to stop going after someone. I'm an asshole, and a murderer, but even I have standards.

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Mudd was surprised by the sudden change in tune, but, ln the same fashion as a jukebox, he was quick to change his tune, on a dime he stopped to change positions. “It’s been a bit since my tango days, but I feel like I can manage just fine, gorgeous~” He said, getting into the rhythm with the taller figure. keeping his grip on her hands, he pulled her close, and began the dance. Side step, forward step, back step. side, forward, back. He moved stealthily, and elegantly, somewhat catlike. Surprisingly, Mudd had taken the lead with the dance, arm outstretched, his strides confident. Compared to his dancing earlier, it was a definite improvement! Certainly far from that of a beginner. “so, like you were asking earlier..” He continued as they moved “..I am something of a drone~ I enjoy my time in the bedroom, and my time with people as lovely as yourself~” He says, charmingly. “unfortunately, it seems I just can’t land myself with the right person” he sighs “though, I always enjoy it while it lasts~”  ‘what is that son of a bitch coming after me for? If he fucks this up for me, I swear I’m gonna break my foot off in his ass.’ Mudd thinks, keeping his focus mainly on the dance, and the girl, while allocating some attention to the violinist. 

Mudd was fine, when it came to keeping his figure and outward impression in check. He’d stayed calm in situations FAR more stressful than this before, after all. He was used to choking back sadistic tendencies, or cutting out certain aspects of his personality. “I tend to travel a lot, it’s just something that comes with my line of work. When you’ve been to as many parties as I have..” He pulls kyung into a dramatic dip, going along with the beat. “You tend to pick up on certain social skills. I remember my first time doing the tango! I fell square through a table.” He laughs.

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The flirtatious comment from Mudd seems to get caught on by Kyung… Only for the Jimseomi to second-guess herself.  Flirting was still rather foreign for her, unbeknownst to the mechanical Mudokon.  It did however, get Kyung to smile even brighter as her movements got a bit faster with the drum beats, really moving her muscular torso while waving her arms fluidly.  Just like the first time Mudd saw her, the Jimseomi’s two sets of arms waved in a hypnotic pattern, practically bamboozling eavesdroppers who looked her and Mudd’s way.

“It does make me a little anxious, that I won’t lie about,” She laughed warmly with a shrug. “But it’s not the first time I’ve put on a show!  This kind is just a little different, a lot less fighting to the death and more expressing myself through dance,” Kyung mentioned with a rather jolly laugh despite her little macabre comment. “Ah, but those kind of shows are far behind me now.  For better, or for worse!~”

Lee’s eye had gathered all the information that he needed soon enough, and just like that… The towering masked Nilijin turned his full focus back into his violin playing.  Unlike his blissfully unaware co-worker, Kyung, Lee sensed that something was very off about Mudd.  It wasn’t even the the fact he was more burnt than a marshmallow that was abandoned in a fire pit.  Something wasn’t adding up… But that could wait.  At the moment, Lee appeared to be more amused at Mudd’s attempts to flirt.

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“people not being able to see past the surface is a thing you’ve just gotta accept sometimes, y’know? I mean, not all sligs are assholes, but if you’re a slave who had to put up with awful abusive sligs your whole life, you have a perfectly reasonable explination behind your fear. In MY case, people look at me, see sharp edges and crispy skin, and leap to the conclusion that I’m evil. Of course, three drinks in and they usually calm down about it.” he admits.

“I can see why you garner so much attention... I haven’t been able to pull my eye away since I first spotted you~” He tells her, throwing a sort of wink at her. with the subject of private shows being brought into play, Mudd perked up a little. “Well, I’m sure that everything could be fun, given there were enough drinks.” Mudd laughs, grinning that devilish smile, the metal teeth residing in his skull glinting in the light.  “and don’t get me STARTED on intimacy... It’s basically second nature to me, if you catch my drift~” he says, suggestively.

As Mudd focused on his newfound dance partner, he took a moment to eye the crowds of people for sour looks. It was a common practice for him, he couldn’t stand being recognized by people. of course, being recognized would mean he has to quit the festivities! and with this total catch, hot on his heels, he wouldn’t want to loose his head NOW. It was a delicate balance, and like most other things, Mudd walked a fine line, juggling the conversation, rhythm, and his scanning of the crowd. Upon spotting yet another creature, entirely foreign in appearance, he was quick to hone in, totally splitting his attention between the two characters. His multitasking and conversational abilities were impressive, sure, but what was more interesting was how mudd began to move. As opposed to his movements earlier, which appeared clunky and inexperienced, Mudd had began moving more fluidly, with more elegance and precision. seemingly trying to keep himself, and the date he’s trying to score, safe from intrusion. Of course, this was only in an attempt to see if the stranger would follow.

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The flirtatious comment from Mudd seems to get caught on by Kyung… Only for the Jimseomi to second-guess herself.  Flirting was still rather foreign for her, unbeknownst to the mechanical Mudokon.  It did however, get Kyung to smile even brighter as her movements got a bit faster with the drum beats, really moving her muscular torso while waving her arms fluidly.  Just like the first time Mudd saw her, the Jimseomi’s two sets of arms waved in a hypnotic pattern, practically bamboozling eavesdroppers who looked her and Mudd’s way.

“It does make me a little anxious, that I won’t lie about,” She laughed warmly with a shrug. “But it’s not the first time I’ve put on a show!  This kind is just a little different, a lot less fighting to the death and more expressing myself through dance,” Kyung mentioned with a rather jolly laugh despite her little macabre comment. “Ah, but those kind of shows are far behind me now.  For better, or for worse!~”

Lee’s eye had gathered all the information that he needed soon enough, and just like that… The towering masked Nilijin turned his full focus back into his violin playing.  Unlike his blissfully unaware co-worker, Kyung, Lee sensed that something was very off about Mudd.  It wasn’t even the the fact he was more burnt than a marshmallow that was abandoned in a fire pit.  Something wasn’t adding up… But that could wait.  At the moment, Lee appeared to be more amused at Mudd’s attempts to flirt.

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Shipping Meme OOC

💋 – Is your muse a good kisser? Would they consider themselves one?

💍 – What style engagement ring would your muse like best? What is their ring size?

👶 – What are your muse’s top three baby names for each gender?

👑 – How do you feel about royalty AU’s or Arranged Marriage AU’s?

💐 – What are your muse’s top three favorite flowers? What would they have in their wedding bouquet/boutonniere?

🎄 – What does your muse think is the most romantic holiday?

🍰 – What do your muse’s kisses normally taste like?

🍓 – Does your muse find any foods particularly sexy or romantic? Do they have any known aphrodisiacs that get them in the mood? Are they into food-play?

🍵 – Is your muse a gossip? Do they like to meddle in other people’s relationship business? Do they like to play matchmaker? Would they let someone match-make for them?

🍭 – What are some thoughtful gift ideas to get your muse?

🍷 – Describe an ideal date for your muse.

🎱 – Does your muse believe in serendipity or fate, when it comes to relationships and love? Do they have good or bad luck in relationships? What have they done to try to turn bad luck around?

🏩 – How long does your muse usually wait before having sex with their partner? What is their view on sex and intimacy?

⛪ – What are your muse’s thoughts on marriage? How long would they wait before marrying a partner? Do they want a big wedding, or something smaller? Who would be their best man/maid-of-honor?

💌 – Is your muse the type to write love letters? What about accepting them?

✂ – How does your muse handle a break-up? Have they ever been dumped before? How do they break-up with a partner?

🔮 – Does your muse believe in soulmates? How do you feel about writing Soulmate AU’s?

❤ – How affectionate is your muse? How do they feel about PDA?

💘 – What is a romantic AU you’ve always wanted to write, but haven’t yet?

💔 – How do you feel about writing love triangles? What about unrequited love?

⚠ – What is a ship (or type of ship) that you have no intention of writing?

🏳��‍🌈 – Does your muse have a gender preference for shipping partners? What is their orientation?

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Mudd grinned mischievously.. even if the pickup lines went over her head, it’s still intriguing seeing how she reacts. “Well, in any case, seeing you move like that is such a treat for the eyes- or I suppose in my case it’s just eye” he says, chuckling at his own joke. “It’s lovely to hear that you’re able to do things on your own terms now! I know all too well what it’s like to be a slave to a higher power.” He tells her grimly. “Luckily, that part of my past is dead and buried. I’m free as a bird!” He chuckles. “Now the only cuffs I’m wearing are the ones I wear by choice, if you catch my drift~” he says, doing he cyclops equivalent of a wink.

He kept his movements rhythmic and paced himself to match her speed. He was certainly a fan of strong energetic women, if the grin on his face was anything to go by. Then again, everyone was his type.. “so, in your opinion, how many dances do you personally think you’ve performed? And, side question... do you do private shows?~” he asks, suggestively. Truly, Mudd has no shame. “Personally, I don’t have much experience with people crowding around me, believe it or not, I’m not all that popular. No idea why” he said, sarcastically.

Mudd remained completely unaware of the prying eyes that had been peering into him since he’d begun talking, though even if it was in the back of his head, he felt SOMETHING. Of course, it wasn’t a strong enough feeling to keep him from flirting with the tall drink of water currently swaying her hips in front of him. Hell, I don’t think anything short of a knock to the head would get his eye off her.

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The flirtatious comment from Mudd seems to get caught on by Kyung… Only for the Jimseomi to second-guess herself.  Flirting was still rather foreign for her, unbeknownst to the mechanical Mudokon.  It did however, get Kyung to smile even brighter as her movements got a bit faster with the drum beats, really moving her muscular torso while waving her arms fluidly.  Just like the first time Mudd saw her, the Jimseomi’s two sets of arms waved in a hypnotic pattern, practically bamboozling eavesdroppers who looked her and Mudd’s way.

“It does make me a little anxious, that I won’t lie about,” She laughed warmly with a shrug. “But it’s not the first time I’ve put on a show!  This kind is just a little different, a lot less fighting to the death and more expressing myself through dance,” Kyung mentioned with a rather jolly laugh despite her little macabre comment. “Ah, but those kind of shows are far behind me now.  For better, or for worse!~”

Lee’s eye had gathered all the information that he needed soon enough, and just like that… The towering masked Nilijin turned his full focus back into his violin playing.  Unlike his blissfully unaware co-worker, Kyung, Lee sensed that something was very off about Mudd.  It wasn’t even the the fact he was more burnt than a marshmallow that was abandoned in a fire pit.  Something wasn’t adding up… But that could wait.  At the moment, Lee appeared to be more amused at Mudd’s attempts to flirt.

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Klunk chuckled at the active and energetic mudokon. Compared to the factory, this place was amazing! No giant churning gears, no pained screaming, no crying, just bright colors and good times. “I’m not sure about that, I usually try to keep myself awake and aware for fights, but if you really think so then I guess there’s no harm in it.” He says, taking off his mask, and his little hat, revealing those adorable little beady eyes. positioning himself across from dondo, he forms a stance, looking almost like a solid wall of muscle, eying his opponent. His heavy duty legs dug into the soft soil beneath him, only furthering his immovability. “If you get hurt, or if you’re too uncomfortable, please tell me ok? I’m not trying to hurt you. Not any more than need be, anyways.” he says, obviously worried about her safety. Cracking his knuckles, the goliath approached his opponent with caution, not underestimating her skill (even if she was fucking hammered). Going at her with hands practically the size of her torso, Klunk went for a grab, with his plan of action being to pick her up and thrash her into the ground, or possibly toss her out of bounds.

( @oddworld-wonders ) Klunk couldn't remember the last time he'd been at such a large gathering.. or even the last time he'd been to any real celebration. Having heard of the festival and the village from several mudokon laborers at work, he couldn't pass up an opportunity like this. As Klunk got off his shift that evening, he did what he could to get himself fancied up for the event. Suits didn't come in his size, so he had to settle for a tie, and a lovely looking bowlers hat he'd gotten years prior. Picking up a cheap mask from M-Mart, he hurried, having to find his way through the various winding paths in the forest, with the instructions from his laborer friends being... less than great. Though as he wandered he had time to think... was this a good idea? a slig, waltzing into a mudokon village.. especially one of his size, what if he wasn't welcome? What if they didn't like him? Thoughts that he pushed down into his gut, as he moved forward... Nearing the village, the game gallery area to be more specific, His legs were an obvious indicator of his rapid approach. The mechanical cranking and whirring of the slig pants was a very unique sound, something any ex-laborer would know all too well. walking into the clearing through the trees, his eyes lit up at all of the color of the event. It was clear that he'd finally found the right place... Of course, he had to make sure. walking slowly, as not to cause panic, He approached the first person he saw. someone who appeared to be rather muscular, and large in build for a mudokon.. Tapping their shoulder, Klunk spoke with a deep, clear voice. "excuse me... is this where the celebration of color is being held?" He asked, PRAYING he isn't imposing.

Dondo turned around, finally looking up at the big bro slig. Dondo had only known the ones she saw at work, but she never thought she’d see one here.

Wait..this was Mil’s friend, Klunk right? If Mil was friends with him, so he’s probably cool.

Dondo gave a toothy grin, giving the slig a quick and strong handshake.

“You got the place alright, man! Want a drink?” Dondo pours the slig a shot, offering it up to his face. “Gotta be honest, Im shocked you had to balls to make it here. Tell me-whaddya plannin’ on? Real talk, im lookin at you and thinking of having a challage.” Dondo had a gleam in their eye.  “Let me tell you, it’d be a wild show.”

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