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[h1][color=lightblue][b]Jess Tauri[/b][/color][/h1][/center]

[center][color=lightblue]Location - [i]Some dirty alleyway inhabited by a person with a latex fetish Joy. [/i]
Mood - [i] Too old for this shit.[/i]
Status - [i]Fine as a horse with cancer.[/i][/color]

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“Eh, ain’t worth the bullets so I just bashed their heads in. There was a third, but ran off like the smart coward he was. Or he’s getting some friends so we should be expecting another fight, just in case. But anyways, ya know where I am?” Jess said. Both of his hands were under his coat, one hand clutching the handle of his kukri. Yet his grip loosened with each passing second as the latex-suited man spoke. If the latex-suited man had planned on attacking him, it would have been before Jess noticed and the longer the two spoke, the more Jess felt confident there would be no hostilities. Nonetheless, the former outlaw maintained a neutral expression and a guarded posture.

[@Midle1998]