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Smirking, Joey took a bite of the apple, holding it momentarily in his mouths with his teeth. "I am sorry for bothering you" He signed, forgetting for a second that the guy probably did not understand a thing he was doing. Removing the fruit from his mouth, he dropped down from where he was sat. "I am sorry. I can not speak." He finished his statement by pointing to his throat, where a faint scar could be seen. Moving forward, he approached him, stopping a metre away from him. The guy truly was something he had never thought that he would lay eyes on. And then the smell hit him! The smell of an average teenage boy's bedroom would probably be the best way to describe it, altough strangely enough, Joey had actually expected it. Judging by his general attitude and the way he seemed to stuffed him face anyway.

The young hero caught the song of laughter echoing through the mountain's halls. He contemplated leaving the kitchen and its alien inhabitant but really his manners he decided to stay. Afterall, this guy would probably be watching his back out in the field, so it was only a matter of common decency that he should get to know him.

"I am Jericho." He continued once more. "Who may you be?" Joey shot his hand forward, ready to shake that of his new peer.