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[center][h2][color=00746b][b]Nolan Waltz[/b][/color][/h2][/center]
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He... He was laughing? Sure he didn't put that much into that headbutt, but that was not a light hit by any stretch. [color=00746b]"Uh... are you sure you're okay?"[/color] Nolan eyed the cracked floor and then back to red discoloration on D'angelo's head. A normal person would have been knocked out completely and yet, this guy took it like a freaking champ. 

Now that he got a good luck of him, D'angelo hadn't changed all that much except that he was taller. He still had that round baby face and he certainly was not skimping on the meals with that plump body of his. His smile was still ever ever present as well as that joyful attitude. Was he always this talkative? Well, at least the chubby man was in good spirits if not a bit overly so. 

A chubby arm was wrapped around Nolan's shoulder and he was pulled into his cousin until they were side-by-side. In the Slayer's case, he was as stiff as a board from all of this unwanted touching. [color=00746b]"I'm hardly gre-AT."[/color] His face was then mushed next to his cousin and if looks could kill, Nolan would have slaughtered the entire guild. It didn't help that Ariel's personality was bloody unpredictable! 

[color=00746b]"Wait, Ariel!"[/color] And she's gone with Ethel in tow. This was awkward. 

To Nolan's relief, Damian called for the S-Class to assemble for the exhibition match. [color=00746b]"Uh, I've got to get going. If you want to watch the match try going with Ariel and Ethel. You can get in for free if they can vouch you're family. We'll talk later."[/color] Before D'angelo could get say anything, Nolan was already making his way to the door.