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Donny momentarily felt awkward with his hand out, tooth-gap smile slowly fading until she decided to actually shake. Donny glanced down at her hand, noting it's size compared to his own, and also the wetness of what he assumed was some awful sweat. Kinda strange, but as they ended the shake he casually wiped his hand against his pants to get rid of the wetness that he contracted; Not caring much to notice what she did with her own hands in the meantime.

Jules? J u u l e s. Strange name, though he wouldn't comment it. Her politeness was met with a nod, though admittedly her concern was a bit over the line; He didn't need a baby sitter. He hadn't exactly started the fight either, he was just trying to get some money. Sore losers weren't his fault. [color=yellow]"Bastards; Sore losers. Lose a simple gambling game, and they lose their minds..."[/color] He complained, though she didn't seem to be listening quite that well. 

Actually, she wasn't listening at all. She was walking away.

He stood there for a second, figuring the conversation to be discarded to the wind: That was, until she looked back to speak again. Right; The race. He needed to get down there, it'd be starting soon. This race was a big chance to win some money; Sure, it was a long ride, but he was used to the wilderness so most of it would probably work out pretty well. And if it went south? Well, at least he tried. But he intended to try his hardest to find success out there.

[color=yellow]"You're right."[/color] He responded, following after her: He wasn't exactly tailing right beside her, instead keeping a small, but reasonable distance for interaction's sake. Her tall form was, in a sense, actually a bit intimidating. But he had no intentions of personally showing that. [color=yellow]"Are you in the race?"[/color] He asked, eyes gazing from her head down to her hips; Noticing a particular accessory in a couple of bulky-looking spheres. What the hell were those for? It didn't really matter, but he was silently curious.