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originally posted in:The New Dojo
6/6/2017 1:58:55 AM
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"Dean DeCorbin. A pleasure." [b][i]He says, extending a hand to Quincy[/i][/b]
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Quincy shakes his hand, smiling a bit. His grip was rather firm for someone his size, his hand particularly cold as well. "Quincy Frost Snowdenson, the pleasure is mine." he responded, his silver eyes flickering randomly.
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[b][i]If Quincy had looked at Dean's eyes, he might have noticed that one was a solid sphere of marble, not a really eye. His grip was firm as well, the fingerless gloves he wore felt as he shook Quincy's hand. It wasn't a death grip, but one someone showing respect would have[/i][/b] "Hey, you know if there's a bar or anything around here? God knows I could use a drink."
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Q chuckled again and ended the handshake before it got awkward. "I coulda sworn I already told ya. Anyhow, yeah, just that way." he said as he pointed. "Pretty hard to miss. Usually smells of alchohol. Fairly strong stuff, or so I've heard." he says.
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"Hey, I coulda sworn I told you my name already, but guess we both forget things. And I doubt it's as strong as the shit Roman used to cook up." [b][i]He says laughing a bit, pausing a moment before he snapped out of a memory.[/i][/b] "Anyways, thanks for letting me kn."
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Q nodded. "Anytime. It was nice meeting ya." he said, smiling again as he began walking off toward what looked like an apartment complex in the far corner of a distant courtyard of the Dojo.
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[b][i]And with that the man headed to the bar. He damn well needed a drink to make sense of all this shit.[/i][/b]
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~End~
