[center][color=seagreen][h2]Andi[/h2][/color]
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Andi crossed his arms and stared the man, Jon Vincent, down, daring him to make a run for it. He played with his lip ring and flexed his hand, knuckles claws sliding in and out with a soft, rasping sound. Vincent shivered at the sound, his eyes glued to the deadly clawed male that stood in front of him. Andi grinned at Vincent, pupils flashing into feline slits.