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[color=c4df9b]"Chris Buckland, 'at 'cher service, madam." [/color] Chris confidently said, flipping his new found lucky coin in the air and catching it. He glanced over the unnerved woman standing in front of him. She looked younger than him, by quite a bit.

[color=c4df9b]"My friends call me Buck." [/color] He adjusted his cuff links, only to find that one of them was missing. A loose thread hung from the end of his sleeve. His tight mouth turned into frown. Picking at the loose thread, Chris continued.

[color=c4df9b]"...Though I ain't sure who my friends are. Or was. But, they called me Buck, I guess. So that means you can call me Mr. Buckland." [/color] He sniffed, and adjusted his awkwardly pronounced jaw, and it make a small cracking sound.