Quincy opened the gate, dressed in his usual red hoodie and sweatpants, his feet bare. However he was wearing red handwraps. They were like gloves but they stopped at the first join of each finger. He looked at the person before him, tilting his head in curiousity.
"You knocked?" is all Quincy said before pushing his rectangular glasses back into place on his face.
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