[center][color=bfff00][h1]Floyd "Flemma" Cloute[/h1][/color][/center][hr]
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His amusement over the fellow's flustering soon shifted over to the dynamic between him and an apparent talking doll. A small body but quite a character. Her explanation also was very on-point and straightforward, unlike the hundreds of lines that no one would bother reading on the associated instruction manual. And thankfully, despite being behind on the technological front, he wasn't that out-of-date; after all he did grow up in the fast-lanes. It took some refreshers, but he figured it out relatively quickly with the doll's instructions. 

[color=bfff00][b]"Ah it works, thank you thank you.[/b][/color] Flemma graciously said, having activated both the PDA and headphones. He put one of them in his pocket and the other over his head, with quite cleverness using only his left hand, before returning the greeting with a nod with the hand on his chest. [color=bfff00][b]"A pleasure to meet you both. What's your lady's name, if you don't mind?"[/b][/color] He said. [color=bfff00][b]"I'm Floyd. Floyd Cloute, but you can call me Flemma."[/b][/color] Knowing the rather strange name the green-haired man quickly followed up. [color=bfff00][b]"It's an alias from my old job. They call me that too often that I kinda got used to it. Floyd works too if that's a little awkward."[/b][/color]

Now that he had some free time, Flemma took a quick glance at his new coworker. Quite a young lad they got for the spot. As far as he could tell, guys like these weren't uncommon, which was strange, considering the relative importance of the job. But hey, young talents were always welcome. They didn't have any shortages of surprises, hell even terror for the relatively experienced fighter like he was. 

[color=bfff00][b]"So, I assume I can address you as Mr. Milton. How do you end up here with this diverse band of crime fighters?"[/b][/color]

[@AThousandCurses]