[b]"W-what!?"[/b] Donny was surprised. Pleasantly surprised, but surprised still. No one usually asks him to accompany them unless it was to rob him or to get him to do a job. Maybe that's what Roxy wanted from him? To use him? He tensed his fist. He was tired of having to keep doing this pointless, brute thug jobs. He was, as disappointing for him as it was, very good at them. But that's not what he wanted to do. Just the only thing he could do. [b]"Why? Why would you want to be seen with a mess like me?"[/b] Donny pointed out his wardrobe, which was a mishmash of leather and armor bits, torn and ragged, caked in blood, dirt, and just about anything else that stuck onto him these past few hours. He was afraid people were going to get the wrong impression.