[i]"No worries, I was way worse and more volatile when I was your age," The cowboy said as he stood from the bench and put his hands in the black leather jacket of his, which was actually a relic of his past from before the duster. Without another word he tipped the brown hat to Olivia, turned to the right of the bench, and he stepped into the Dojo to return himself to his room, the one place he usually had solace. [/i] ((End))