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Anders found himself getting fixed up after sweet talking a few people. A half hour later he was at the front desk gently sweet talking the person at the desk to delete his file and that he had already paid. Honestly if he ever got sick and lost his voice he would be in trouble. He turned and walked out a bandage wrapped firmly around his arm and his hands slipped into his pockets. He wondered briefly where that metal bird man went but quickly brushed it from his mind.

His walking found Anders going past an alleyway he normally wouldn't for his route home and put of the corner of his eye he saw quite an interesting spectical. In fact at first he walked past it before back tracking and staring into the alleyway at the five individuals there. [color=gold]"What the hell"[/color] his right hand curled around a poker chip in his pocket as his eyes took in the....individuals. His voice is what he practiced most, but considering those in front of him he better use his other ability.