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As Travis, as he called himself, helped him up he listened to what he had to say. Travis smelled like a Ghoul  despite looking ordinary. Kid? Fucking asshole. He wasn’t a kid. He continued to look at Travis with a smile.

“Oh no worries,” Kristian told him, “It can be both our faults.” He gave a soft laugh and dusted himself off. He should probably give him his name. He didn’t want to. Travis was relaxing too far out, and now he had to be cordial with him.

“I’m Kristian,” he said sticking out his hand, “It’s a pleasure to meet you Travis. Enjoying the park?” He was scanning Travis. He seemed too average to be a ghoul. Wondered how tough he was. It always seemed like the weak average ones were more powerful than the ones that looked tough.