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Post by Guy on Dec 17, 2003 16:38:19 GMT -5
(Time: Around noon.)
A chill ran down Guy’s spine as he entered the warm café. It was a relief to get out of the chilly air, and he wouldn’t deny that. Mentally smiling, he looked around. Nice, cozy place…. though a little too pink, for his taste. Much to his dislike, his maroon body blended well with the sickening color.
Taking a seat at the counter, he removed a set of headphones from his ears, allowing them to dangle from his neck. An offensive melody poured from the tiny speakers. Ah, how he loved MSI. Smirking, he ran a hoof over tricolored hair. The autumn breeze hadn’t damaged the mohawk.
Crossing his arms over the counter, he quietly waited for a worker to approach him. Although he didn’t let it show, he was happy to be in a town where no one knew him.
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Post by Guy on Dec 23, 2003 20:58:52 GMT -5
[OOC: >_> ::takes Guy elsewhere.:: ]
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