There came a quiet rustling noise from Umi's right side. [url=https://i.imgur.com/BeoL9Pl.png]A guy[/url] popped out of the recycling bin adjacent to Umi's trash bin. Lanky, gloomy-looking, with eyes like a dead fish. He wore a hood that covered his mouth, and he gave off the air of someone you could see because he wanted you to see him. He turned his head, locking eyes with his ally in garbage-diving. 

"[color=c4df9b]...You know, as far as concealment techniques go, the burnable trash is a pretty bad choice...[/color]", he croaked. His voice was nasal, and his speech was slow. 

"[color=c4df9b]See, me, I like paper. No smell, no sharp objects. You can trust the paper bin. Not only that... it's actually pretty cozy in the winter.[/color]"

He held out a hand.

"[color=c4df9b]Anyway... Nice to meet a fellow trash enthusiast. You know, I know this is a little sudden... But how about you and me play cards?[/color]"


[@SillyPhilly]