[right][h3][b][i][color=f26522]Mr. Titian[/color][/i][/b][/h3][color=f26522]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color]
[color=f26522][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: Gun Room
[color=f26522][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] Charisma
[color=f26522][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 4
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	Titian waited, and waited. This man seemed like he was finding this funny and it was apparent that Professor Walnut was about to school him in manners if the man didn't answer. [color=f26522]"I'd listen to her,"[/color] he said with a slight chuckle. Teachers did love giving punishment. At least, if she was a teacher, but even if she wasn't she probably still enjoyed to dish out a little bit of punishment. Even if it was just a time out chair. He chuckled at the thought but the chuckle was cut short. Thing was though, even though that little laugh of his was cut short, it wasn't cut short in a good way. 

	Well, then again that could be in the eye of the beholder, much like beauty. Because as the man in the room finally answered, if only by opening his mouth and showing he only had a stub left Titian didn't back peddle. Oh no, he hit the gas and went head first into it. [color=f26522]"Hey, cat did get his tongue! No, wait, unless that cat is swinging a sword and has some great moves. Puurrrfect moves,"[/color] he said as he laughed. Not a small laugh either, a huge bellowing one as he doubled over. Then the bell rang. [color=f26522]"Was that the dinner bell? I wonder if tongue's on the menu. Oh I know, stop it before I get a good lashing."[/color]