Black impostor: alright, i finally made my way- *notices* oh hi
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0 ups, 2y
(Thank god for the title)
*Cade walks up to the youngling, and taps her shoulder.*
Cade: Ma’am, I think you might wanna back off. I’m not sure the Sisters are on their best behavior today.
Scout: Yo, watch out, your way too close and if ya don't get back, ya gonna experience somethin bad.
(Scout is from Boston, so he's gonna speak gang style)
Rayzor looked a little stressed, and walks up to the octoling. 'He...Hello...' She says, loud enough that it's audible, but quiet enough that she is not shouting.
THE YEAR IS XX87, SPLATFEST SEASON. YOU RUN INTO THIS YOUNG OCTOLING STANDING WAY TOO CLOSE TO THE STAGE, MARVELING AT THE WAY OFF THE HOOK PERFORMS. (ART IS MINE, PLEASE DON'T STEAL!)