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	Rikka kindly rejected Gankona's offering, jittering and refusing the harmful exchange after asking if the goat-boy was old enough to smoke. [color=f9ad81][i]"Sure I am. You can make the decision to sacrifice your lungs at anytime you want"[/i][/color], Gank replied cheerfully, leaning back in his chair and popping the second cigarette into his mouth as he let out big puffs of smoke.

	[color=f9ad81][i]"Oh, right, you don't like it."[/i][/color], Gankona said nonchalantly to the mosquito girl, tilting his head to the ceiling as to direct the smoke clouds away from her. Karada took his desired seat next to the duo, his face a little too serious for the relaxed air pervading the kitchen, and seemed to watch the new host of people around him with silent interest. [color=f9ad81]'Might as well introduce ourselves'[/color], Gankona thought, his hands plucking the cigarettes from his mouth as he exhaled more smoke upwards and began to talk.

	[color=f9ad81][i]"This is Karada, Mosquito-girl. He's a rich kid. He's got lots of cigarettes and a winning poker-face. I'm Gankona."[/i][/color], the goat-boy informed, placing the cigarettes back into his mouth as he began to lean dangerously far in his metallic fold-up chair. [color=f9ad81][i]"Can I get your name? Let me guess. Is it Bagu? Maybe Hikō?"[/i][/color], Gank continued.
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	Gankona looked up from his group to see the approaching figure of black-haired male. He seemed scrawny, poorly-fit, and overall a real oddball. The goat-boy sorta liked his look. His approach was a charismatic snap-shot, too; the boy hesitantly approaching what seemed to be Rikka with a can of bug-spray leveled towards her. Hah, now that was a fantastic plan if the goat-boy had ever seen one.

	In the boy's other hand, however, swang a plump grocery bag. The contents were mostly square and papery objects, probably some comic-books or something. Hell, the goat-boy might as well take a look. If you brought books, you should at least have enough to share with the class. It would only be fair.

	Getting up from his terribly balanced chair, Gankona strolled over to the approaching Kaz. His cigarettes loosely dangled from his parted lips, those of which curled up in a sly smile. Puffing a wispy strain of gray smoke to the right of Kaz, Gank positioned his massive hand over the bug-spray's comparatively frail muzzle and starting to squeeze. A satisfying popping sound released itself from the canister, the head of the spray can collapsed by the goat-boy's grease-fried hand muscles. Just like a police pepper-spray; easily collapsible.

	Gankona greeted the boy quickly after dismantling his 'weapon'. [color=f9ad81][i]"Nice to meet ya'. Mind if I take a looksee?"[/i][/color], the goat-boy chimed, his spare hand going down and picking up the full plastic-bag from the black-haired kid's grasp. Shuffling through the contents, Gankona found that the whole bag was just anime, manga, and a few snack-bars. Not much variety in the literature however; most of it was action-related. Plucking up what seemed to be the most easily-readable comic, Gank tossed the bag back to the kid before stating, [color=f9ad81][i]"I'll borrow this real quick, gotta pass the time while blondie makes pizzas."[/i][/color]

	Gank sat himself back down at his chair, hoisting it backwards in another dangerous lean as he read the twentieth issue of [b][i]Mob Psycho 900,000[/i][/b]. Two streams of grey smoke floated up and away from his dual cigarettes.