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Just a regular guy!?

Had there been adequate protective flooring, Florian would have fainted. While he’d only been getting a psychology degree in his off-hours for kicks, even he knew an underdeveloped sense of self esteem when he heard it. This young man, Justin Haggar, with his metallic enhancements and vaguely familiar sounding surname he was anything but “nothing special”.

Florian was about to indulge in a well intentioned but almost certainly ridiculously insensitive motivational speech before the Worm-Hosting Announcer slid back onto stage and decked Jaden off of it. The tournament was about to get underway, a noteworthy enough event to get Florian to shut up for a moment as he clapped his hands together.

[colour=palegreen]”Well, unfortunately, we must cut this interaction short, my friends! I will be watching your matches with supportive interest! But I must change into my combatant attire and partake in my own preliminary contest!”[/colour]

Florian flourished and bow’d before reaching into his jacket’s breast pocket and producing two small cards and all but forcing one each into the hands of Yazhu and Justin.

[colour=palegreen]”My personal and professional lines - though I receive enough correspondences on my personal device that I’ve required the hiring of a screener so you’re better off calling my business number. I would very much enjoy making either of your acquaintances after I win this tournament! Nevertheless, good luck and adieu!”[/colour]

With that, he spun around and sauntered off, preparing to reconvene with his unpleasantly bourgeois friends and begin his ascension to Florian Wessington I: power stone owner.