[center][h3][color=9CE4E3]Angus MacCallum[/color][/h3][/center]

Angus shook his head at Itsuko’s comment about Chiyo being their “boss”.[color=9CE4E3]”I signed up for the Rangers, not the Masks. Chiyo might be a king, but as far as this alliance is concerned we’re working [i]with[/i] her, not [i]for[/i] her. Even then I’m not sure I care for either.”[/color] he stated while finding a place to set his edibles down. [color=9CE4E3]”Ah, but this is the festival. Let’s not fret over DGO politics. Right now we’ve got a booth to run.”[/color] Angus kicked off his shoes and began unbuttoning his shirt. [color=9CE4E3]”Let me know when that friend of yours shows up. Til then, I’ll be in there praying for constantly changing winds.”[/color]  

Stripping down to the swim trunks he’d been wearing under his clothes, Angus climbed into the dunk tank and took a seat. He actually didn’t mind being there that much. His hair was usually scruffy anyway, and since they had access to the showers it wasn’t like he’d have to be sticky the whole festival. All in all it wasn’t as bad as people thought. So when their first customer showed up Angus had an idea of how to really reel them in. 

[color=9CE4E3]”Ah, yer wasting yer time Cassy! From the looks of it, I doubt that lass could even lift a ball much less throw it!”[/color] He yelled from the tank. Nothing got people motivated quite like heckling from their potential victims.

[@Caits][@KoL][@Mega Birb]