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Gruden’s eyes widened at the Droquilian’s speed, then pulled his hand back from Val’s grasp, noting the glint in his eye. There was a moment of hesitation, but he quickly snorted, compelled to put on airs in the presence of his companions. 

“Ha! Look at you actin all tough when all the bigwigs are here.” Gruden spat on the ground in front of Val. He then turned his attention to Voice, who was now being taunted by Dynafil. 

“‘Drinks on me’ he says?” The purpled-haired female chortled. “Clearly, [b]this[/b] one’s the money maker. I saw that card you handed the waiter earlier. How about you cough that up and we’ll leave you be?” 

Frutz laughed, then approached Uruna, tapping the glass with one of his metal hands. He didn’t say anything to her, opting to be a mute annoyance in her presence. 

[@LunarisDaFox]

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